calling all captains
a way with words
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 out And 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 Well 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 go And 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 to And 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 And 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