Holding Hands

I start to write this down as a letter

Despite I know I probably better not think

Or do a thing about it

It’s funny and scary how

Everything can be quickly upside down

And I wonder

If this is the way it should have always been

The way you used to call me every night

I’m still awake

Is it my fault?

I guess things really had to change

So let’s make it through the dust and make it settle

Holding hands

Now I understand

How it must have felt to be the only one home

And I was always gone

The way you used to call me every night

Am I awake?

It’s not my fault

I guesss things really had to change

And they definitely have

The way you used to call me every night

I’m still awake

It’s not my fault

I guesss things really had to change

So let’s make it through the dust and make it settle

Holding hands

The way you used to call me every night

I’m still awake

Is it my fault?

I guesss things really had to change

And they definitely have

The way you used to call me every night

I’m still awake

Is it my fault?

I guess things really had to change