Compositor: Ryan Curtis O´neial
My pockets are full
And I want more than I can hold
I feel like I'm forgetting
Something's always missing
My shoes are worn in
Almost feels good in my own skin
The ground begins shifting
Just when I find my footing
Everything I have is a white lie
I'm holding on for dear life
If I hold too tight
I'll know when my time comes
I put up a good fight
I've got more than enough
To run the risk of losing touch
'Cause when it all comes easy
Nothing really matters all that much
If everything I know is a white lie
I'm holding on for dear life
If I hold too tight
I'll know when my time comes
I put up a good fight
I put up a good fight
Please tell me what it is I need
To pin the wings of memories
Like the shadow of Peter Pan
I'm losing part of who I am
Just when I thought I had it all
Under control, under control
Under control, under control
I'll know when my time comes
I put up a good fight (under control)
I put up a good fight (under control) (I put up a good fight)
I'll know when my time comes
I put up a good fight