Not about a girl*

I'd forgotten how to breathe 'til you came back,
I'd forgotten how to breathe 'til you came back,
I'd forgotten how to breathe 'til you came back, 'til you came back,
I'd forgotten how to breathe 'til you came back, 'til you came back, 'til you came back, 'til you came back, 'til you came back.
I'd forgotten how to breathe 'til you came back,
I'd forgotten how to live when you went away,
I'd forgotten how to breathe 'til you came back,
I'd forgotten how to live when you went away,

Come back, come back, scumbag
Come back, scumbag, come back, scumbag, come back.

You're mistaken if you think this song's about a girl.
You're mistaken if you think it's about a girl.
It's about myself, not that I'm self-obsessed,
but I went away as well as stay here at the same time.
When I came back I held out my arms and I said "Stephen I love you."
Like a moment on American TV I became hysterical.
Hysterically happy with myself, and I became more hysterically happy
until the TV blew up and left a hole where my heart used to be.
Now I can breathe now I've come back,
I can breathe now I've come back,
I can breathe now I've come back.

*Commentary - An ironic tip of the hat, surely, at the Nirvana song of the same name