Myself in a Pill

Was I tearing at the seams The south is full of faded dreams When a newborn baby breathes It’s first breath The air is never clean It’s never clean But it’s breathing Sleeping in and late talking Tear my insides apart and start over Lungs burning like fire In a waiting room So plastic See myself in a pill and swallow Melt the eyes of a child Am I a leaner A day or night dreamer Began a sequence The meaning was deeper and frequent Now it’s shallow But not sinking Sleeping in and late talking Tear my insides apart and start over Lungs burning like fire In a waiting room So plastic See myself in a pill and swallow Melt the eyes of a child When a new born baby breathes It’s first breath, the air is never clean It’s never clean, but it’s breathing In a waiting room So plastic See myself in a pill and swallow Melt the eyes of a child