11 o'clock at night
And I just want to feel alright
I cannot explain this pain
I'd trade it for anything
And I'm barely holding on
Things are finally going wrong
My grip is weakening
And so is my will
I need some seasoning
Like a barbecue grill
I feel so bland
Like I bring nothing at all
So let the band
Play their song until I fall
And I'm barely holding on
Things are finally going wrong
I'm barely holding on
I don't know what went wrong
I have no real remedy to help fix this
I don't know what to say
So I'll just go away
And let everyone say "he will be missed"
I need some peace of mind
I never have the time
To ever explain what I truly feel
So maybe if I'm gone
Then I can find the one
Reason that can help me finally heal
And I'm barely holding on
Things are finally going wrong
And I'm barely holding on
Things are finally going wrong