Angles, angles everywhere,
studying teenage tech.
Just forty five,
pumping, pumping rented air.
I breathe deep
and try not to care,
about the pumping
pumping rented air.
Sunny days call for a walk
but the concrete steps said no,
eleven answered individually
back to the room you go,
pumping, pumping rented air.
With a bloody eye that sees red
tells jokes to a funny bone,
one leg reaches high and jumps,
one down and all alone.
Hear the pumping, pumping rented air.
The machines that keep me alive
are they slowly driving me insane?
Maybe it is cabin fever
come to haunt me again.
Pumping, pumping rented air
I 'm just thankful to be here ... to be here ...to be here-
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