It's funny how even when people really hurt you, there's always that part of you that wants to hold on. Whether it's fear of something new and different, fear of losing someone, wanting to hold onto a friend after a relationship falls apart...there are a thousand reasons for holding onto something painful. And there are a thousand ways to justify putting up with the pain even when everyone else says it's not worth it. This is a song about holding on. It's a song about knowing that things are bad but not being willing to let go completely. At its heart, it's really about not giving up when things are bleak, even when what you're holding onto may not be the best thing for you.
The Answer
I am not the answer to your questions or your guilt
You’re blaming me for everything and I wasn't even there
We’re walking by the ocean throwing shells and casting stones
Knowing full damn well that we’re too scared to be alone.
It’s easier to say goodbye than it is to be forgiven.
I’m holding on to apathy to keep myself from feeling.
What little fabric I left has slowly come unraveled
I can feel your nails sink in, ripping this hole wider.
These days are not worth keeping, but we still go on speaking,
Even though the words are stale
My broken heart is bleeding, but still we go on speaking
Even though the words are late
I just want to know, what is this love made of
and are we going to make it through the night?
You don't have to answer now, we've still got a couple hours
before the sunlight washes out the dark.
You’re sleeping so serenely, it really is deceiving
No one would ever know that we just fight
Your silent accusations leave me begging for your touch
Even though you’re bad for me, I never get enough
These promises are broken like the shadows on my wall
The anger in your parting words still echoes down the hall
The part of me that hates you most is pushing you away
The part of me that hurts the most is begging you to stay
These days are not worth keeping, but we still go on speaking,
though the words are just too late
I just want to know, what is this love made of
and are we going to make it through the night?
You don't have to answer now, we've still got a couple hours
before the sunlight washes out the dark.
These days are not worth keeping,
but we still go on screaming,
and trying to pretend that we’re in love
