Dallas, Airports, Bodybags

Shuffling through people like cards

I can’t find anyone to take my losing hand

Winning streak left me high and dry

A winning streak that slowly drains from the land

I’m hanging by a thread

Foget me I pray to the day

Tired of being stuck on a pin

Forget me don’t see me this way

Jumping out of my skin

Hanging by a thread

Shuffling through people like cards

Let them blow around like sand

Maybe it’ll uncover some beauty in their eyes

Maybe it’ll give me a place to breathe

Maybe give me some room to stand

I’m hanging by a thread