RIBS (interlude)

I can feel my ribs crack Every time I breathe And if I pluck my bones out Will the air leave? Luckily, I've swam from a very young age To keep my head afloat and to keep myself sane Luckily, oh, luckily, oh, luckily Luckily, oh, luckily, oh, luckily I don't wanna talk to you I'm hungry and I'm overused I don't even like the view 'Cause I'm halfway up from you I don't wanna talk to you I'm hungry and I'm overused I don't even like the view 'Cause I'm halfway up from you 'Cause I'm halfway up from you