Pulp

Here comes your bedtime story: mum & dad have sentenced you to life.
Don't think twice; it's the only reason i'm alive.
I feel alright as long as i don't forget to breathe.
Breathe in, breathe in, breathe out.
Look at all these buildings & houses
I love my life. i love my life.
Hey now, slow down a minute.
Take my arms & fill them full of life.
Don't think twice.
Does it ease the pain of being alive?
Or is it why - why you keep nodding out on me?
Breathe in, breathe in, breathe out.
Another day, another major disaster
I love my life. i love my life.
You got a problem.