Holding Pattern

You burned a blessing With a match from the forties Second guessing If dependance is for me Save my picture For the sky-fall Deliver the proof I was privy To the end of the world Setting a table and saving a place For those whose ambitions Were torn at the waist Not trying to argue It's just such a shame And how we throw it all away Hand me something to cling to Whitening knuckles that squeeze to shatter I have what I want to make with you Fighting the holding pattern And choking down debtors What a terrible aftertaste Well the nausea they say will get better But it stays and it stays And it stays And it stays It stays And it stays And it stays It stays It stays And it stays