Something To Hold On To

Everyone's got their something, ghosts or space or a theoretical love
I know I've got mine, (I know I've got mine)
The graceful way you say I carry myself when I walk with you

Well I'm so cute it's despicable not that anyone would know, since everyone has more eyes on them than me
It's not like I'm complaining, it's just been on my mind
I swear, it's always on my mind

I wish I could be cool enough to smoke
I wish I had a heart big enough to forgive
It's totally fine, it's fine, yeah, it's fine 'cus I'm still thе shit

How many times will I talk about hearts or ghosts in my songs?
My vision whites out if I stand up too fast

(Shakе, shake)

But all that I want is some quiet conversation
So can we please turn it down from an eight to a three
So I can focus on feeling sorry for myself and everyone else here? Christ

How many times did I come out to myself before it
Stuck stuck stuck stuck stuck stuck stuck stuck stuck?
And how many more did I avoid?
I never want to believe how I feel until I'm half-dead
It’s much easier to stay here in my bed