Room To Breathe [By Stone Bryson] - An Alt-Experience Presentation

Room To Breathe

By Stone Bryson

Stop your manipulations...

and stop this fucking play,

stop with all the fear you sell that you won’t tolerate my way

(I have to breathe).

This active parenting from a lover is something I can live without,

how ‘bout you treat me as an equal - and not your petulant child.

I have to cover the checks-and-balance for what I choose to bleed -

so get the hell out of my life...

or give me room to breathe.

You knew I had neurotics...

before this whole thing rose,

phobia taunts and tears my mind and pulls apart my prose

(just let me breathe).

I think you better step off a bit and watch your goddamned mouth,

an invasion of the mind and soul - that drives my love to drought.

It’s time for me to reap the harvest of my rotting mental seeds,

so pack your shit and walk away...

or give me room to breathe.

I’m fighting all the tension...

the tautness of disguise,

and the stench of desperation that floods my heart and eyes

(it’s time to breathe).

The lack of respect for who I am is clear by what you say,

the nosebleeds from your pedestal - I’m sure are quite a pain.

The eagle that’s been caged so long must rise up and be free,

so head the fuck on down the road...

or give me room to breathe.

Written January 2008