Haven

Breathe in and count to 10 And breathe out through your mouth And over again 'Til your heart settles down its palpitations To a rate a heart monitor likes I wanna go home I don't have to think about breathing at all When I am at home And tightropes are not as thick as they once seemed And my friends, they are all on the seams of them Falling down, they're tumbling down, They make no sound Because they wanna go home They don't have to think about falling at all When they are at home And I breathe, I breathe in and out When I am at home