sjamboksa

can i just fight for the winning side

and feel that i'm building a

home and a life to behold

till it's robbed from my sight?

distill our days as we're moving on

with warm waves of grain

and we'll drink to the fire and the flame

like it's sweeter than wine

you see those lights out on 85?

the blue blooded blazing all that

hails the decline of the days

that we travelled in style

but you're no stranger to loneliness

and braving the weight while

i'm dragging my ass through the water

like a terrible child

and all the light is neverending

much like you and i

and though our pulses never change

you know

i think that we should try

just know my thoughts are with you tonight

your still beating shadow cozied

up to the dog

with the light on for when i get home

and now i've learned what it is to love

and i'm a paragon of virtue now

but bullshit aside

i'm not living our life on the phone

so lift your hands to the orange sky

throwing up the bird sign

and i'll drive like an asshole

direct for the old 85

though our time is never changing

we'll change it on the fly

and though your lungs will fight to take you

it doesn't mean we shouldn't try

try

in the thick of my heart

by the skin of my teeth

until i'm forgotten

and covered in weeds

and my withering soul is in the sea

i will hold on to you

hold on to me

i will hold on to you

hold on to me

i will hold on to you

hold on to me

i will hold on to you

hold on to me