From your eyes to my lips, don’t know what to say

Come close but you know to keep it at bay

There’s a bird in a nest, who’s getting its rest

Hiding its feast and turning its cheek

From my head to my knees, I can’t see

It hurts but we still let it breathe

There’s a scar on my chest; I need to get rest

Hiding my fears; I can’t let you bear

Holding on to the sky

Holding on to the sky

Regret on your face

Life goes on anyway

I’m tryna get a gig and hold it down another day

Maybe I’ll run away (but on a different day)

A time I can’t make sense of so I brush it away

Who would’ve thought I would’ve ended up here alive?

Looking for signs but it’s always been in front of me

I bite my tongue so I don’t make one-sided enemies

You say “how are you?” even though it don’t mean a thing

I—will try to find the meaning in things when it don’t mean a thing

What happened to feeling things?

Cos I—can’t get enough

From the things that they say, “I don’t care”, anyways,

Holding on to the sky

Holding on to the sky

Holding on to the sky

Holding on to the sky