If the world were perfect
Id be long gone
But its not
You’re not
And I’m still here

So hold me

This isn’t love
Not even lust
Were caught in their silence
Were caught on their tongues
With no place to run

So hold me

Life has turned out to be
The furthest thing from a fantasy
And all of our hopeful dreams are long dead

Life has grown up to be
A broke, dull-faced agony
And all our late night hearts have been bled
out

So hold me
And hold my hand

And hold my mind in your pocket
Hold the things I cannot carry
Carry me (carry them)

I swear to return the favor