Hold On

I cried in your bed when I was nineteen

And lied when you asked what was hurting me

Made a joke about it and then gathered my things

And said I'm sorry about all that

Was I trying to apologize

For any one thing I could identify?

Or for being confusing and then leaving in the night?

Oh no, what can you do with that?

If I could hold on to what I take for granted

Feel it in between my hands

Worlds would open up to me

I would understand

You cried when I told you that I needed time

My grandfather dying at ninety-five

You said, "I'm sure it hurts you, but was it really on your mind

When we were doing all that?"

Was I trying to apologize

For being too ashamed to let you inside?

Or for using your attention as a place I could hide?

An issue I'll never unpack

If I could hold on to what I take for granted

Feel it in between my hands

Worlds would open up to me

I would understand, 'stand

If I could hold on to what I take for granted

Feel it in between my hands

Worlds would open up to me

I would understand, 'stand

I would understand

I would understand