Postcards from california

ill scream as loud as i can
until im spilling blood
but im just talking, talking to myself again
the pressure is getting to me
although it keeps me up at night
i still believe in dreams
through these dreams and worn out seams im breaking
im breaking out of this
ill find my chance to shine this time im leaving
leaving everything behind
this noose is coming undone
breathing is getting easier
i can see the future