Matt Nathanson
Matt Nathanson
Matt Nathanson
Matt Nathanson
Matt Nathanson
Matt Nathanson
Matt Nathanson
Matt Nathanson
Matt Nathanson
Matt Nathanson
Matt Nathanson
Matt Nathanson
Matt Nathanson
Hold me, and save me from my self
I claim to be so righteous
But I'm just like everyone else
I was judging you
And I realized just how big a lie I lead
Hold me
I truly wish you could follow me
In my walk through brilliance
But I've grown so much hollower
And the paths have all grown dense
With vines of green, the color of envy
With vines of green, the color of jealousy
And it's funny, but I hate it when you steal the spotlight from me
Ooooohhh, hold me
I have no patience for hypocrites
Have no patience for fakes
I have no patience for those who make my same mistakes
So hold me
I truly wish you could follow me
In my walk through brilliance
But I've grown so much hollower
And the paths have all grown dense
With vines of green, the color of jealousy
With vines of green, and all my insecurities
And it's funny, but I hate it when you steal the spotlight from me
Hold me