Breathing Lessons - Meg Hutchinson

All the things I've called my own
Are in garbage bags in mom's garage, mildewing
All the places I've called home are changing
All left standing is a two man tent
As a symbol, of my fading independence
And a car, with insurance I can't pay for

We've all lost boats before
Attacked by pirates, shot down in war
If we're lucky, we lose a dingy
If it's bad the Titanic goes down

And a woman I know, she said take your time
Between the breathing out of the old and the breathing in...
And it's hard to swim, when life seems like a sinking ship
And the breakers are crashing, crashing in, and you need oxygen, oxygen, oxygen

Yesterday I got my degree
Now I'm educated, unemployed, and fancy free
In love with a way of living
That knows too much about soul, nothing about money

Sometimes I feel like I'm losing ground
Like I'm in quick sand, going down
I want to reach tomorrow on a non-stop flight
Want to pretend I'm in control, like I've got some long term plans for my life...

I wake up scared in the night,
Heart pounding in strange places
Dream of post industrial cities and of apathetic faces...

And a woman I know, she said take your time
Between the breathing out of the old and the breathing in...
And it's hard to swim, when life seems like a sinking ship
And the breakers are crashing, crashing in, and you need oxygen, oxygen, oxygen...