Summertime is ripe for picking People dying over drinking Nicer clothes hide bruising faces Mirrors full of razor blades And that's just life round here Oh that's just life round here Breathe on me 'Cause I feel nothing, I want something I can't feel my face 'Cause I've been drinking over thinking everything oh everything oh Everything So just breathe on me 'Cause I need something won't you help me feel a thing Wouldn't it be nice to talk sometimes In cider wounds outsides fine Nicer clothes hide bruising faces Mirrors full of razor blades And that's just life round here Oh that's just life round here Breathe on me 'Cause I feel nothing, I want something I can't feel my face 'Cause I've been drinking over thinking everything oh everything oh Everything So just breathe on me 'Cause I need something won't you help me feel a thing Breathe on me 'Cause I feel nothing, I want something I can't feel my face 'Cause I've been drinking over thinking everything oh everything oh Everything So just breathe on me 'Cause I need something won't you help me feel a thing