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?