This is a song about "Holding on to his love"

As time ticks forward he comes closer to the end, sitting at the end of his bed holding a pen

Like you're the boss and no one's goin'/ to ever take you out your throne/ knowin' you'd go for 'em

Holding up stone boulders on both of these cold shoulders,

My only purpose is to jerk it cause it has a curve

Like a condom that's scuffed up, i'm the wrong one to fuck with

And i'm supposed to love you after yesterday, when you sucked his?

We race foreign cars, custom models

To the kids holding liquor bottles.

As i read every word that you write, i can only imagine

I'm holding something to make the angel and devil on your shoulder run

Holding on the tsunamis cruise army

Let me rideuntil i get free

Could never get a girl to love him, too much fat on his belly

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

Don’t let it drift away like a feather and i’m home, home, home

All the shit that his dealing on his own, if only he had a friend to phone