It's been three days and I can't remember what I've done, It's been three days without this alcohol sitting right beside me, and I can't breathe.
It's been three days since we talked about the future and how we're gonna cope, just sitting and wishing a resolution would bite me in the throat, and I can't breathe.
But I'm holding on, But we're holding on. Holding on for something more, isn't this exactly where you want me to be.
Sitting with my whiskey in hand, trying to catch the tears from falling down my cheek, and my father said to me that \"I'm glad we had this talk\" but I still wish that we didn't cause I was weak and vulnerable, and then I had a cigarette with my mother and we tried to hide the smoke.\"
But I'm holding on, But we're holding on. Holding on for something more, isn't this exactly where you want me to be.