Lettering - New Lungs

We were born with such bad lungs
It's a hassle to breathe sometimes
Am I just killing off my insides?
Bracing for one to collapse
Unhealthy habits are kept to a minimum
On my way to come collect you from your practicum
It gets me out of the house
Some fresh air inside wilted lungs
I am the canines on the corners of my four front teeth
Biting hard, they grew apart and refused to meet
I'm twisting, fidgeting on the surface of my velcro seat
I see the opening, it's vacancy but I've lost the keys

Written by:
Genaro Acuna, Jinno Redovan, Kristine Medriano

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