Testi Try - Wingtip

Try

Tell my parents that I made it
That all their hopes for me weren’t wasted
Tell my friends that I’m ok now
Felt better to burn up than to fade out
I get caught up empty dreaming
Spilling blood in old arenas
And the more I thrash the more I sink
I’ve stopped holding out for anything
Maybe all you can hope for is a kind face when you die
And someone to leave the light on when you’re coming home at night
I don’t know if that’s love but I’m liking it alright
And I’d kind of like to be yours if you’d like to let me try
Maybe this is how this thing ends
When you’re too sick of it to pretend
There’s more to life than chasing these highs
Strung on illusions in your mind
Maybe there’s no use in changing
You turn around but head the same way
And the more you search the less you find
I got my doubts and that’s alright
Maybe all you can hope for is a kind face when you die
And someone to leave the light on when you’re coming home at night
I don’t know if that’s love but I’m liking it alright
And I’d kind of like to be yours if you’d like to let me try