Chutes and Ladders

I'm looking for my lungs and I was hoping you could find them for me.

Can you? Can you please, oh, please?

Because I was just thinking that if I could retrieve them then I could take off this turtleneck

and cut it right down the middle

And then you could help me find my breath

my way

And then you could tell me why they were always breaking down when I needed them the most

why they only played ringleader when it was convenient for them.

Could you? Could you please, oh, please, tell me why everything is hollow down there?

Because then I could put myself back together just long enough to tell you about the lonely walk ahead and how you had always been inconsequential.