Breathe (2 a.m.) – Anna Nalick

2 a.m. and she calls me cause I'm still awake
Can you help me unravel my latest mistake?
I don't love him and winter just wasn't my season.
We walk through the doors, so accusing their eyes
Like they have any right at all to criticize
Hypocrites you're all here for the very same reason.

Cause you can't jump the track
We're like cars on a cable
And life's like an hourglass glued to the table.
No one can find the rewind button, girl
So cradle your head in your hands.
And breathe, just breathe. Breathe, just breathe

May he turned 21 on the base of Fort Bliss
Just today he sat down to the flask in his fist
Ain't been sober since maybe October of last year
Here in town you can tell he's been down for while
But my God it's so beautiful when the boy smiles
Want to hold him but maybe I'll just sing about it

Cause you can't jump the track
We're like cars on a cable
And life's like an hourglass glued to the table.
No one can find the rewind button, girl
So cradle your head in your hands.
And breathe, just breathe. Breathe, just breathe

There's a light at the end of this tunnel you shout cause you're just as far in as you'll ever be out
And these mistakes you've made
You'll just make them again. If you'll only try turning around

2 a.m. and I'm still awake writing this song
If I get it all down on paper it's no longer inside of me
Threatening the life it belongs to.
And I feel like I'm naked in front of the crowd
Cause these words are my diary screaming out aloud
And I know that you'll use them however you want to.

But you can't jump the track
We're like cars on a cable
And life's like an hourglass glued to the table,
No one can find the rewind button now
Sing it if you understand...
Breathe. Just breathe.
Breathe.


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There’s something about a song that reaches down
into places of you left untouched for a while.
Pulls back memories of long nights in the dark
when the only way out was to wade in further

There’s something hypnotic about sadness.
Comforting in its sureness and numbing addiction.
It grabs at your lungs and thickens the breath.
Wraps its arms tight around you so
all you can do is lie your head on its shoulder
and sleep.

There’s something about the way darkness can pervade your soul
and the candles of hope are flickering low
when the music draws deep down inside you and
plays on the strings of your madness.

There’s something so meaningless
in empty words,
but they flow from your pen like the clouds follow
planes through the vast empty sky,
trailing out into silence.