Holding On

In all your dreams the world is ending

And you're the one saving us

Is that why you like me so much?

On some guardian angel stuff?

Next stop, hero's journey, Tokyo

I picture you writing poems on a bullet train

And I know, they're not about me but you sent me a postcard

Holding you is easy

But holding on is too hard

Holding you is easy

But holding on is too hard

You say your dad loves Tom Waits

But I thought this was an Eagles song

You say, "See, there's so many things

That we can show each other"

But I can't think of a single one

I got nothing to teach you

That you don't already know

The cover band sings to me on Bleecker Street

I'm either standing in his shadow or I'm blocking his light

Who is whose muse if we're both rockstars?

Holding you is easy

But holding on is too hard

Holding you is easy

But holding on's tryin' to fall back asleep

Into a dream that slipped away

Ooh, ooh, ooh

Ah, ah, ah

Mhm

Ah

You're gonna swallow me whole

After I crawl into your mouth

Then I'll expand 'til I explode

Destroy you from the inside out

How romantically morose

Holding you is easy

But holding on is too hard

Holding you is easy

But holding on is too hard

Holding you is easy but thank God it's too hard

Holding you is easy but thank God it's too hard