Hold On

Let's flip a switch and then will call it straight

Wish that I learned to negotiate

I'd keep your lipstick on my pillow case, yeah

I'm kind of blind when it comes to this

Even with your help I know I'll still miss

Cause sugar coatings never been my thing, no

Where do I even begin, I'm no good at this talking thing

I just wanna give in, and I guess that's why I need watching, so

Better hold on to what you find, none of this was by design

I'm a lover without a soul, yet you still wanna go grow old

Never meant to hold you too tight, never meant to ruin the night

The things I say and do like, still no good at this talking thing

Bite my tongue don't talk too fast

Cause my feelings are slow they don't like to last

For more than a moment and sometimes less, yeah

When I think I'm right turns out I'm wrong

You give me an inch I'll write you a song

There's gotta be a reason and it's not my charm, no

Where do I even begin, I'm no good at this talking thing

I just wanna give in, and I guess that's why I need watching, so

Better hold on to what you find, none of this was by design

I'm a lover without a soul, yet you still wanna go grow old

Never meant to hold you too tight, never meant to ruin the night

The things I say and do like, still no good at this talking thing

Gotta turn it up side down to see it right side up

Guess I'm a big let down a little too messed up

I hoarder every thought and a little bit too square

Not that you wanted to know just wanted to clear the air

You love the way I write and hate the way I talk

Cause I'm a bit too dry and don't make people laugh

No need to call me out I know I stutter too much

Twenty one years old I still got a nervous touch

That's why I write things down it's not to be profound

It's to get feelings out so they're not hanging around

I probably should be done so I don't let you in

Cause any minute now I know I might start stuttering

Better hold on to what you find, none of this was by design

I'm a lover without a soul, yet you still wanna go grow old

Never meant to hold you too tight, never meant to ruin the night

The things I say and do like, still no good at this talking thing