Breathe

You've been running out of road But you've reached the full stop All of your dreams got burnt on a long shot Take a few steps back from the edge And breathe Those were the days you used to impress A little hustling, always self-possessed Now you know you can't quite recall how it all went wrong Three thousand miles of American blacktop You've turned off your phone and ditched your laptop You're running out of road and you feel like death You've been running on empty Now you've reached the full stop All of your dreams got burnt on a long shot Take a few steps back from the edge And breathe The story's now well into its arc Not so sure that you'll reach the redemption part Everyone else could see that you were just a mark Three thousand miles of American blacktop You've turned off your phone and ditched your laptop You're running out of rope and you feel like death You've been running on empty Now you've reached the full stop All of your dreams got burnt on a long shot Take a few steps back from the edge And breathe