Hold On Songtext
von We Three

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

I′m no good at this, I'm no good at this
Still no good at this talking thing