Forty seven.

Old song, can't stop listening to it.

AJS - Park

So breathless, the night carves her airwaves out of these,
And I'm up again tattoos of scars and skin.
So cold, so deep,
I'm twenty feet and sinking faster than the ship I'm in
Useless to jump or swim

I could hold my breath 'till I blow up
And make this all seem real.
No matter how hard I try,
I can't seem to win this stupid game, I appologize,
For keeping you up and wasting all your time.

So I'm stuck with the image of you walking me to my car
And how nice it felt to be alive in someones arms.
Last night felt like the only time that we made sense
And every moment after which -
chalk it up, chalk it up to coincidence.

I could hold my breath 'till I blow up
And make this all seem real.
There's nothing like waking up,
After all of the saddness has been slept off,
And it's just me and you,
Looking at all these things.

How am I supposed to breath?
How am I supposed to breath?
How am I supposed to breath?
How am I supposed to breath?

Lucky for me, we were lying down.
Just from kissing you, I could have passed right out.