I’ll hold out for tonight,
The same as every night,
But I swear this time tomorrow
I’ll be better, I’ll be whole.
It’s not that I enjoy lying
But it’s the only thing I own;
My words are still my words,
Even if they have no home.
So while everything is burning
I’ll keep pretending I’m okay.
I swear I was just twenty,
So why am I thirty today?
I don’t want to keep going
Because I can never earn back my love
So I keep on leaning over the edge;
Won’t you give me that final shove?