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When was the last time you were truly yourself?

Not just going through the motions.

Not just keeping up appearances.

Not just pushing through.

But truly - being yourself. There’s this one evening. You close the door. Not loudly. Just shut it.

And in that silence, you suddenly realize - how long it’s been since you were yourself.

The glass in your hand. The radio’s on.

And for the first time in months, you breathe. Deeply. Slowly. For yourself.This song is for exactly this evening. For you.

Breathe Myself Back

© 2026 Achim Aubele All lyrics and content protected by copyright

Breathe myself BackAchim Aubele
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Verse 1 |  I shut the door, yeah, I shut it slow,I shut the door, let your last words go,Now the room gets quiet, finally quiet down below.I shut the door, felt the lock go clean,Yeah, I shut the door, felt the lock go clean,Didn’t know how heavy all that talk had been.

 

Verse 2 | I light a cigarette, let the smoke run free,Yeah, I light a cigarette, let the smoke run free,For the first damn time, it’s just the room and me.I pour some red wine, watch it hit the glass,Yeah, I pour that red wine, let the evening pass,Every little second feelin’ lighter than the last.

Chorus | I breathe myself back, slow and warm,Yeah, I breathe myself back, no right or wrong.Don’t know this woman in the mirror —but she’s been here all along.

Verse 3 | Old guitar cryin’ through the radio,Yeah, that old guitar cryin’ soft and low, Every song tonight knows what I don’t know.I sway a little sideways, not tryin’ to be right,Yeah, I sway a little sideways in the low dim light,A little drunk, a little free, a little out of sight.

 

Verse 4 | Your cheap cologne still hangin’ in the hall,Yeah, your cheap cologne still hangin’ on the wall,Funny how it don’t hurt me now at all. What did I do stayin’ that long with you? Yeah, what did I do, baby, stayin’ that long with you? Guess I learned somethin’ — but I paid my dues.

 

Bridge |  I see her move across the floor,don’t quite know her name.She ain’t broken, she ain’t fixed,she just ain’t the same.

Chorus I I breathe myself back, slow and warm,Yeah, I breathe myself back, no right or wrong.Don’t know this woman in the mirror — but she’s been here all along.

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