Words from a drunk and numbers in code

I got the pride of the Irish on the phone

Keep sending postcards from Chicago

Pressure's building up, I think I might explode

Hold tight, I wish that you could see through my eyes

I've never really been good with goodbyes

So keep holding on, I'm holding on

So what'll it be?

Clothes in the trunk, I guess I should have known

Looks like the Queen of Confusion's got her throne

Save a White Russian for the drive home

Mint and hazelnut, I can't forget how you taste

Windows boarded up, but were they ever really open in the first place?

Hold tight, I wish that you could see through my eyes

I've never really been good with goodbyes

So keep holding on, I'm holding on

This time, I promise not to take the whole night

I'm doing all I can to make this right

So keep holding on, I'm holding on

One day leads to decay

What in the hell happened to us?

Why do you have a choice to make?

Hold tight, I wish that you could see through my eyes

I've never really been good with goodbyes

So keep holding on, I'm holding on

This time, I promise not to take the whole night

I'm doing all I can to make this right

So keep holding on, I'm holding on

Hold tight, I wish that you could see through my eyes

I've never really been good with goodbyes

So keep holding on, I'm holding on

This time, I promise not to take the whole night

I'm doing all I can to make this right

So keep holding on, I'm holding on

So keep holding on, I'm holding on