would it kill you to breathe?

Thick as Thieves -- Dashboard Confessional

Would it kill you to breathe?
Easy only 17 miles lay between you and me
I could make it if I had to
I don't break easily
You've got my counsel, thick as thieves
If there's a crime we'll keep it secret
For there's only trace amounts left in your blood
You may be a sinner
But you may be justified

Just keep your mouth shut
Keep your guard up
I swear I'll make it right

Will it kill me to breathe
Not as easy as you think it is between you and me
I could fake it if I have to
I don't break easily
I need your counsel, thick as thieves
I have no crime to keep a secret
It was hers, it was not mine
Well I may be a sinner
But it wasn't me this time

Just keep your mouth shut
Keep your guard up
I swear I'll make it right

Listen to yourself
There is a hemorrhage in your mouth
It won't stop bleeding
Well you may be the traitor
I will hold the smoking gun
You'll get away clean
I'll keep your secrets til the grave has swallowed me
And I will never tell a tortured soul they are burning by my side
That I am a sinner
I am a savior
I am a lie

So keep your mouth shut
Keep your guard up
I swear I'll make it right

Indifference. Is that all that is left?
Is that the attitude I'm going to adopt from now on?
Have my feelings for you all but disappeared?
Am I just caught up in life, studying hard like every other student out there? Am I to be part of society's inhumane robots, following the 'path to riches' as so put by so many? Is this what man's purpose in life is? How do we justify working, and working, and working to satisfy our material wants and greed? When will we ever know when to stop?
Have I really stopped? Or am I faltering on the edge, before the plunge?
When will people care. When will it ever happen that society progresses to the utopian system where every man is equal, happiness flows like beer out of a tap? But the pessimist in me argues that one will not know happiness unless one knows sadness first. Like Gandhi once said, "There are people in the world so hungry that God cannot appear to them in any form other than bread." Perhaps this brings to light what kind of lives we have - extravagant, decadent and luxurious.

So what is life, anyway?

Postscriptum: Sorry for the incoherence of this post, just rambling on.