| I can’t put out 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
|
| 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 which one
|
| You can’t be too choosy, it’s just for fun
|
| You can’t hold on too long, it’s alright
|
| You can’t hold on too long, it’s alright |