I'm not coming down I'm not coming down, oh I'll be up with the sun You can keep this suit of lights You gotta feel so guilty Got so much for so little Then you find that feeling just won't go away You're holding on to every little thing so tightly

I'm here alone inside of this broken home Hey mom, hey dad When did this end? Where did you lose your happiness? Who's right, who's wrong Who really cares? The fault, the blame, the pain's still there Holding on to a dream While she watches these walls

I wish I could be there now What a feeling to be right here beside you now Holding you in my arms When the air ran out and we both started running wild The sky fell down But you've got stars, they're in your eyes And I've got something missing tonight

Is that we're damn good at holding on And the only thing that keeps us from being gone And our love is made from lonely broken hearts Oh, kiss me, baby Tell me that you love me even though I know sometimes you hate me We spend most of our days together

Is it taking over? Will it bury me? Or will clarity become the cure for my disease? It's like holding on When my grip is lost I still feed my insecurity when I know the cost If I fall again, will it be the end? I know it's wrong Will the end make me

So tell me, why do I keep holding on? Oh, why do I keep staring down the barrel of a loaded gun? Then tell me why can't I just can't let go? Somebody knows, then tell me She said she loved me, all night long I couldn't help but let her string my heart

All of this doubt We get to work it out When you don't know where you belong I'm the one who turns you on And nothin' seems to matter Day and night black and white You take it all for granted I'm the one who's holding on It's alright to be wrong

She got a rock I'm gettin' stoned Here's to happy ever after And here's to balls and chains And here's to all us haters Of old lovers new last names And here's to holdin' up And gettin' right where I belong Read it in the paper

And we hide away, love the night away, And we run between the shadows and the light, Well we rifle through the night, Like riders on the run now, in the street-- Holding back the blinding light, 'cause a thousand eyes can be so indiscreet, We're children

Ooh, ooh, oh I'm holding my breath and watching my step I'm listing regrets, and you made that list You're my depression, your first impression wasn't deception You were lyin' Bitch, I'm still flexin', with my heart broken Got my heart open, I'm not high