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Catching My Breath - Scott Gagner
I picked a fight I knew I could never win
When the punching started I took it on the chin
I stayed on my feet as long as I could
When I hit the ground I finally understood
That all of this excitement
Is boring me to death
So I'm throwing up my hands
And catching my breath
I felt as rusty as a weather vane
I felt as spun out as a hurricane
I saw someone in the mirror I didn't recognize
And I saw something slowly dying behind those eyes
Another wasted night
Another last cigarette
Another chance to ask myself:
“How dumb can you get ”
Now all of this excitement
Is boring me to death
So I'm throwing up my hands
And catching my breath
Now all of this excitement
Is scaring me to death
So I'm throwing up my hands
And catching my breath