“And if you’re still breathing, you’re the lucky ones. ‘Cause most of us are heaving through corrupted lungs. Setting fire to our insides for fun Collecting names of the lovers that went wrongAnd if you’re still bleeding, you’re the lucky ones. ‘Cause most of our feelings, they are dead and they are gone. And if you’re in love, then you are the lucky one, ‘Cause most of us are bitter over someone.”— Youth
