We were born with such bad lungs It's a hassle to breathe sometimes Am I just killing off my insides? Bracing for one to collapse Unhealthy habits are kept to a minimum On my way to come collect you from your practicum It gets me out of the house Some fresh air inside wilted lungs I am the canines on the corners of my four front teeth Biting hard, they grew apart and refused to meet I'm twisting, fidgeting on the surface of my velcro seat I see the opening, it's vacancy but I've lost the keys