Barely Brea Poem Analysis

"I Can Barely Breathe"

When the dark flood came we wrapped ourselves inside a dirty blanket citing different opinions on whether we should move

when the houses came they ate up everyone like they were fishes saying, "come on, come on its the end of the world"

and then I saw your face you're turning skin into a dirty secret
I watched the beauties, watched the fire and the fire burn the beauty in their eyes

when I took the blame we layed in ruins trying to quote your phrase we're yelling, "someone's got the answers, but I'd rather think there's nothing to be found"

if you knew I was dying would it change you?

So when you see me falling backwards down the wall that says I'm still alive, don't be cautious when I'm cautiously approaching on