The feeling of falling is still so familiarThe pain in my stomach is betterBut baby, bright colors have fadedToo early this yearAnd strangers look stranger around hereThe flowers you've left hereHave died in the heatI see part of your face nowOn girls in the streetI hope you like your new neighborsDon't sleep with every new strangerI hope you like your new neighborsIt's lonely, but only at nightAnd most of the timeI'm breathing fineMost of the timeI'm breathing fineI stayed familiar placesI talk to myselfIn emptySpacesBut breathing is fineMost of the timeIt's half of me, babyThat still is infectedNo water has cleansed itNo sleep has erased itTwo wordsAnd a waste fromThis room is a cageAnd things I'm trying to write youThey die on the pageBut most of the timeI'm breathing fineMost of the timeI'm breathing fineI played through the great composesI played through the great composesI get through the nightUnwind and proseAnd breathing is fineMost of the timeAnd breathing is fineI'm breathing fineHow else can I tell you?I just turned thirty-oneThe boy grew new wingsSo he's learned how to runI hope you keep out of dangerNow stranger to strangerIt's lonely, but only at nightAnd most of the timeI'm breathing fineI'm breathing fine, most of the timeI'm breathing fineBut breathing is fine, most of the timeBut breathing is fine, most of the time