I can’t put yout your fire, I know it’s too late
I can’t be up for hire, it’s not my best trait
The gallow glass is cracking, it’s starting to smash
How can you cry without blinking a lash
You’re feeling cross and wavy on the edge of the cuff
You’re pushing and popping, you don’t get enough
You wish that it was over, you never slow down
You’re looking for kicks, there’s nothing around
Chorus
You can’t hold on too long, it’s alright
You can’t hold on too long, it’s alright
You’re surrounded by the laughing boys
They puncture your style
They send for their bandanas, you try for their smile
You’d like to come in colors, you don’t know wich one
You can’t be too choosy, it’s just for fun
Chorus
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