Well I guess I'm not the only one who has issues letting go
Cause I'm desperately trying to hold on to what's left of my past
My heart could run a marathon when I see your smile in old photographs
The look on your face screams that you're sad but don't worry darling
Those light eyes,
They'll never burn outAnd it seems like my idea
Of what feels like home is slipping away
Out of my hands and I keep holding, I keep holding on toWell I could tell you weren't satisfied, cause I'm a fucking screw up
So here's the mess of words I've piled into a song for you
And could you tell that I'm trying?
It's just my way with words is completely obsolete
And I've been thinking about letting goAnd it seems like my idea
Of what feels like home is slipping away
Out of my hands and I keep holding, I keep holding on to(woah oh oh oh oh)
and I keep holding, I keep holding on to
(woah oh oh oh oh)
and I keep holding, I keep holding on toAnd it seems like my idea
Of what feels like home is slipping away
Out of my hands and I keep holding, I keep holding on toAnd it seems like my idea
Of what feels like home is slipping away
Out of my hands and I keep holding, I keep holding on to