My Own Air

I check my phone a million times a day,

hoping to see your name light up the screen. This ain't the way to

live. This anxious attachment has to fade away. You think you

got me needing you like air, but honey I got my own atmosphere.

I breathe my own air now, now, now, now.

My own air. You're not my oxygen, my love,

my own air. So baby when you wanna get down, this merry-go-round won't

stop. My own air, air, air,