| Baby Hold On |
|---|
| I was lost in conversation |
| You ran your fingers through my hair |
| I thought life’s just masturbation |
| And threw it all |
| Up in the air |
| But you bottle up all that frustration |
| And take it out on those that care |
| You know I love you, baby |
| Please just be patient |
| I hear your voice inside my head |
| Saying, please |
| Baby, come home |
| Saying, please |
| Baby, come home |
| When you’re all done cultivating |
| Those days you crave will turn to stone |
| And the drugs don’t work like they used to |
| Baby, I’m coming |
| So baby, hold on |
| Saying, please |
| Baby, hold on |
| Saying, please |
| Baby, hold on |
| Oh, hold on |
