Holding On To Something

You promised you’d be home
I made myself a pair of boots
Guess I’ll just them beside your door
I’m drinking all the wine
The petals on the ground
Say you love me too
If only that were true
I’m crooked from the wine
And some good … pints and a bag of bone
Guess at else is where you are
The fellow that you’re with
Just stenches from your lips
See me at the door
You’ll see me then no more
I’m holding on to something
I’m holding on to you
This coat’s all, it doesn’t
And today I’m afraid to say what this may be
I’m holding on to something
I’m holding on to you
I’m holding on to something
I’m holding on to you
Baby, I love you
Baby, I’m holding on to something
Baby, I’m holding on to you