can i pull this from the air?    do i have the strength to fight?    or will i hold my tongue    til it passes through the warm and balmy night?       and a mother sets the table    cleans the dishes with her hands    passed down through the poking and the prodding    and the "don't let this get in the way of your plans"       oh, when it hits me    all i can do is just breathe again    and breathe through    oh, when it hits me    all i can do is just breathe again    and breathe through       can i hope for something more?    can i hope for something real?    standing tall in the backyard praying to my trees    for something to feel       and i hear him pulling up    i hear the door slammed in    the slow whistle of his cigarette    and i all i want is to peel the paint    the paint from his skin       oh, when it hits me    all i can do is just breathe again    breathe through    oh, when it hits me    all i can do is just breathe again    breathe through       and i can't let it go    can't let it go    this is the last time i'll feel it there    i can't let it go because i know    even if i shut my blinds    he's still out there    still out there       oh, when it hits me    all i can do is just breathe again    breathe through    oh, when it hits me    all i can do is just breathe again    breathe through    and forget the me    and the you