Hanging On

So what if I did?
I did it again,
Got caught in the thrill,
Gave up in the end,
So what if I look stupid,
Don’t tempt me again.

Like sex on the beach or a really good sleep,
I’m rubbing salt in the wound,
I’ll always want you,

Is it always this fun,
When I’m loading the gun,
In the coldest nights,
I’m always burning,
I keep turning,
God I miss you,
I just keep hanging on.

So where am I now?
And the what the hell have we done,
Confused by the lights,
Flew too close to the sun,
So what if I look stupid?

I walk in with a smile,
And take a look at your face,
How’s it going been a while?
And you still look the same.

Is it always this fun,
When I’m loading the gun,
In the coldest nights,
I’m always burning,
I keep turning,
God I miss you,
I just keep hanging on.

I’ll be hanging on,
Maybe I’ll see you round someday?