Try - Wingtip

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