The Bled - Mouthbreather

Mouthbreather I know you thought I would go quietly,
But I never asked you for permission to believe in something bigger than us both.
I think you owe me an apology, you left me waiting in the desert for the rain.
I aim my mouth at the sky.
Only to find my lungs have filled with sand.
I let the sun burn me down.
Before I let you inside, I clear my throat.
It's just a matter of time before you set something innocent on fire just to watch it run.
So keep forcing me into survival mode.
I need to know what it's all worth.
I'll chase that dream down that same one-way dead-end road until I find another reason to stay home and let it go.
I will keep my eyes on the road and my heart to myself.