Breathing lessons de 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
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

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

And a woman i know, she said take your time
Between the breathing out of the old and the breathing
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,