Low Love - Black Cadillac

I got a story to tell about a trip down to hell
I was driver, provider, supplier to my own demise
To my own surprise they told me to testify, man
Replaying back of my mind
I do it all the damn time
Told me to testify
Losing my sense of time

Man, it's getting harder and harder to breathe
Man, it's getting harder and harder to be me
To see me
To go back to way I was, man
This man needs a helping hand

Replaying back of my mind
I do it all the damn time
Told me to testify
Losing my sense of time
Friday walking through the door
Asking, if you've shopped before
Broken denim on the run
Chasing the devil in the sun
He took it away
Misspelling my name
I'm only human, I said

Man, it's getting harder and harder to breathe
Man, it's getting harder and harder to be me
To see me
To go back to way I was, man
This man needs a helping hand
One more time, go
It's getting harder and harder to breathe
It's getting harder and harder to breathe

Friday walking through the door
Asking, if you've shopped before
Broken denim on the run
Chasing the devil in the sun
He took it away
Misspelling my name
I'm only human, I said yeah
It's getting harder and harder to breathe
It's getting harder and harder to breathe

Written by:
Alex Portugal

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