Hanging On
Emilee Moore
We’re just the end of a sentence
A lingering question
What do I do with myself when you’re gone?
We’re just the end of a moment
An old kind of notion
A cadence of words laying out on the lawn
So how are you still the focus?
In all the commotion?
There’s barely a line but I'm still hanging on
I try not to love you
I don’t want to but I'm still hanging on
You’re there in the rearview
And you’re fading but I'm still hanging on
We’re just the end of a ringtone
A call straight to voicemail
The end of an era the end of it all
We’re just a piece at the art show
The one no one takes home
A patchwork of pieces that never belonged
So why am I in a chokehold?
So heavy and hollow
There’s barely a line but I'm still hanging on
I try not to love you
I don’t want to but I'm still hanging on
You’re there in the rearview
And you’re fading but I'm still hanging on
No matter where I run to
No matter where you are
I’ll run til I can’t feel you
Run right back in your arms
I’ll love you ‘til I bleed out
My lungs will fall apart
I’ll hang on ‘til my last breath
You’ll fade into the dark
I’ll love you ‘til I get there
You’ll wear me like a scar
A distant kind of memory
A sweater overworn
And we’ll amount to nothing
I guess that’s what we are
The ending of an era
But I'm still hanging on
I try not to love you
I don’t want to but I'm still hanging on
You’re there in the rearview
And you’re fading but I'm still hanging on