I have a tribe - Lungs

Out of this shit, I don't know.
But I leave a space for the answer to go.
I was split from the pain
When I paused from laying my head full of mines.
Give me your empathy,
Give it to something deserving.
Where are you?
Where are you?
Who are you holding?

I don't read signs but I see what's meant.
I don't have money I gave you the rent.
And I don't recall the places I've been,
But I have lungs full of Golden Virginia.
I am a fraud if you are a fake,
But when I was coming I made you shake.
So where are you now?
Who are you holding?
Who are you holding?
Who are you holding?

Out of this shit, I don't know,
I leave a space for the answer to go.
And I was split from the shame.
I was unnervingly simple to break.
And I bet he has no need,
for my shelf of stress medication.
Where are you?
Where are you?
Who are you holding?

I don't read signs but I see what's meant.
I don't have money I gave you the rent.
And I won't recall the places I've been,
But I still have lungs full of Golden Virginia.
You'll be a fraud and I'll be a fake,
But when I was coming I made you shake.
So where are you now?
Who are you holding?
Who are you holding?
Who are you holding?