Stop Breathin' My Air

My annual ritual of torturing myself by trying to play C7 on guitar. I think these are the best vocals I’ve done in several years.

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You spend the day just loungin
watchin the tv

that don’t bother noone
it sure don’t bother me

but when I get home from work
and try to catch my breath

your gettin all in my face
buggin me to death

Stop breathin my air
I gotta do a lotta thinkin, but not with you in my face

Get outta my hair
If you make a crack about it, I’ll kick you right outta this place

Stop eatin my pears
you know I bought em special, now you done ruined the taste

Get offa the stairs
I’m tryin to get through ya, and you know that Im needin my space

you maybe need a hobby
some way to spend your time

cause when it comes to time
your wastin all of mine

I hear you say your gettin bored
with things the way they are

But you aint even got the cash
to head out to the bar

Stop…

So sick of listnen to ya
yappin in my face

talking bout how someday you migh
want a bigger place

I only wish it really was
a thing that might be true

Cause as near as I can tell
Im always stuck with you

Stop…