This is a song about "Air"

She showed no lover's care, mauled like she was just cuttin' air.

We missed you on the charts last week, damn, that's right you wasn't there

Standing on the chair ready to kick and dangle in air.

... materialize her love for one who doesn't care

And got her room number, you can find me there

I'm out of here, gimme that breath of fresh air

I'm running out of air

Woah there, woah there

Another 5, eli won't even be there

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.

Believing the screens or anything there

On the lines of a wire right in the nice air

I can smell it in the air

And never should you tear

I'd rather have me no job than no heart

Until all the air bubbles have popped.