White Knuckling - Press To Meco

Big blue eyes loiter behind

A frame of tinted glass

Doors closed, air pressurized

Dress smart

Dress as you’d mean to go

Your whole life

Out of your hands

Maybe it’s all for the best

You’ve been white knuckling

Clenched, every buckle and bump

And you’re running

Or are you fighting?

It just all looks the same

Looks the same, nothing’s changed

(Maybe it’s for the best)

Early forgettable years conditioned these fears so irrational

(Maybe it’s for the best)

Oh how the days without fear are the days so forgettable

(Maybe it’s for the best)

Nothing like a funeral to put the fear of god in you

Where’s the man in you?

Maybe I’ll see you as I board the plane

Oh the thought of bumping into you

The only thing that drove me

What am I to do now?

Maybe it’s all for the best

You’re a professional runaway

Oh how you never paid any attention to all the ones who really cared

Now there’s no one left around to care

How did it all fall apart so suddenly

I was right here waiting patiently

And hardly even moving left alone

Still as stone

And soft as all the boys you’ve ever really known

Maybe it’s all for the best but you never got to know me

I’m not saying I could have saved you but you know

I would have

I’m not saying I could have saved you but you know

I would have tried

Girl you know that I, I would have tried

Girl you know that I, I would have tried