I had that stupid dream again
where I meet my end
on the top of a car on the 90.
In my hands I hold all of my favorite things,
1 by 1 they fall behind me.
Is this some kinda cheap metaphor for the way I live?
I haven’t had a chance to process it.
So I hold on,
for dear life,
hold on tonight.
Bah bah bah bah,
Hold on,
Hold On.
I sway and shove
to the meter of
one thousand cars at full speed.
I know deep within me
that I’m still asleep but my brain won’t tell my body.
It feels like a subconscious revenge for the the way I’ve lived,
I haven’t had a chance to process it.
So I hold on,
to my sheets,
hold on tonight.
Bah bah bah bah,
Hold on,
Hold On.
To say I already knew the way
to get my mind off of you anyway.
In a way I don’t want to.
In a way it’s all that I needed to say.
You best believe it’s happening before you know it.
Just hold on tonight.
