Dallas, Airports, Bodybags — American Music Club

Shuffling through people like cards I can't find anyone to take my losing hand Winning streak left me high and dry A winning streak that slowly drains from the land

I'm hanging by a thread

Foget me i pray to the day Tired of being stuck on a pin Forget me don't see me this way Jumping out of my skin

Hanging by a thread

Shuffling through people like cards Let them blow around like sand Maybe it'll uncover some beauty in their eyes Maybe it'll give me a place to breathe Maybe give me some room to stand

I'm hanging by a thread