Under the Breeze

Half of the want to be the charge
Under the fig tree, an ant is born, so emptily
Thin, he’s a paper boy, so neat
Hard as the enemy, completely swole inside of me
Don’t sweat it out, don’t embarrass me
You can breathe in, underneath the breeze
I want to wake up where you are
Somewhere I’ll never be, when we look on, don’t talk to the-
Fucking anatomy of me
Cold as the enemy, completely whole inside of me
Don’t sweat it out, don’t embarrass me
You can breathe in, underneath the breeze
Don’t sweat it out, don’t embarrass me
You can breathe in, underneath the breeze