Staring at the ceiling till my eyes cross and fall out of focus
In a blur I stir up thought of phone cords
How did we let them choke us?
It's all a game, but I don't play games anymore

Ever get the feeling like you're losing control?
I forget the last time I called you and you were home
But that's ok, I'll just catch up with you another time

You're the last thing left that really felt like home to me
So I wave goodbye to my home for the last time

-chorus-
What are you holding on to?
You seem indifferent so removed you're distant
And I'm not trying to hold you back
I'm just left wishing, maybe you'd be consistent with me
And honestly you'd tell me
You'd tell me outright
Tell me outright
Yeah honestly you'd tell me if you wanted out right?
'cause it seems that way to me

-verse 2-
I'm at the front lines of heart versus mind
And I'm at war with what's best left behind
Left behind

You're the last thing left that really feels like home to me
So I wave goodbye to my home for the last time

-chorus-
-bridge-

What are you holding on to?
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Standing at the front lines
What are you holding on to?
Oh, oh, oh, oh
I'm on the front lines

-chorus-