Hanging In - We Were Promised Jetpacks

I wish I had a secret, something I could share

But no one knows me better than I know myself but I’m forgetful

When it seems to suit me most, when there’s something I should say

This is real talk, in real time

And I’m hanging in

To the thinnest piece of string that’s ever existed

Eh-eheh

I wish I had the bottle, when something’s on my mind

But no one knows you better than you know yourself so don’t be nervous

And maybe I’ll admit it, I know I’m not so smart

But no one knows me better than I know myself but I’m forgetful

And I’m hanging in

To the thinnest piece of string that’s ever existed

I’m hanging in

If I turn around and blink I’m sure I can miss it

Eh-eheh

Eh-eheh

Eh-eheh

You’re walking me, talking me, pushing me under the bus

You’re walking me, talking me, pushing me under the bus

Don’t push me don’t push me don’t push me don’t push

Don’t push me don’t push me don’t push me don’t push

You’re walking me, talking me, pushing me under the bus

You’re walking me, talking me, pushing me under the bus

Don’t rush me don’t rush me don’t rush me don’t rush

Don’t push me don’t push me don’t push me don’t push

You’re walking me, talking me, pushing me under the bus

Don’t rush me don’t rush me don’t rush me don’t rush