Madison Uphoff - Holding Pattern Lyrics

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