Letra de march comes in like a lion

I wish I could go back to Cornfields and gasoline Falling asleep to the title screen Forgetting how to breathe I've been thinking a lot about This university bubble And how much I have changed You wouldn't recognize me I just feel so fucking sick This city's way too big Stomach acid on the streets Conversations we'll never keep But I think I'd rather be Buried in the concrete In the driveway to your parents' house Forgetting how to breathe Forgetting how to breathe And watching people leave Forgetting how to breathе And watching people leavе