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I'm sorry that Prospect Park isn't long enough a street to shake of my naivety And all this heat between my shoulders will pass with this evening air And my friends near, I'll take my pride by surprise and flip my conscience on its side I'll take the long way and find out all that's wrong in my head and drive out the demons in the words that I said These sleepless nights aren't worth it anymore so I won't waste my time Holding walls up and breaking them down again You're the air that I can't breathe in Give me oxygen I've learned a few things from love to find that I know nothing at all, I gave my all But when you give yourself you never get it all back again (A burning house think fast of what to take away; your sense of pride or the heart that you gave away) I'm tired of yelling these five dollar lines into the sky with no reply Just monitored disappointment, heavy handed cynicism We'll be in luck to wake up I can't feel anything from you I found my weaknesses hiding behind my self-preserved defensiveness; I'm burning from the promises I never ever plan to keep; my self-control is losing me I need to soak myself in hope and drain out all the things that kept me low These sleepless nights aren't worth it anymore so I won't waste my time Holding walls up and breaking them down again You're the air that I can't breathe in Give me oxygen From Letras Mania