Fingernails

He says “Hey, How you doin?” I say I'm doin fine 

won't look him in the eyes or he'll see that I am lyin 

Cause I woke up this morning, shaking like a November leaf 

and I walk down this street lookin for relief 

 

And I'm hanging on, by my fingernails 

And nobody knows my private hell 

I'm just hanging on by my fingernails 

If nobody knows, then nobody tells 

 

Walk down the street, push in through the door 

its all hale and hearty, my past they ignore 

They push it right to me and I dive right on in 

my hands start to shaking and I start sweating to sin 

 

I'm just hanging on by my fingernails 

and I'm just contemplating going over the edge 

I'm just hanging on by my fingernails 

and I'm contemplating going over the ledge 

 

Someone lights up, and the scent drifts my way 

it slides up my nose right into my brain 

it makes me release all the things that I said 

Aww hell can come here and get me when I'm dead 

 

I'm just hanging on by my fingernails 

And nobody cares if I sit on the ledge 

I'm just hanging on by my fingernails 

and I can believe it's gonna get pale 

I'm just hanging on 

I'm slipping 

Help me hang on 

I'm slipping 

I bit through the edge

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