Holiday

Keaton Henson

Compositor: Keaton Henson

I'm a tough guy, you know?
Can't you tell by my skin?
There's a whole lot of house fire
I'ma let it all in

I'm a weirdo, you see
I've been acting my age
I'm a book on your shelf, baby
Won't you tear out a page?

I'ma lay down
On a blank slate
You're the first word
On the last day

I wanna forget the world you know, just let me go
I spent the season inside my soul
If they wanna know, I've gone away
A holiday for the month
A holiday for the month
Oh, whoa

I must be sick in the head
I am being myself
I need reasons to sleep, baby
I'm in all kinds of hell

I will pack up my bags
Give me reasons to leave
I'm a hole in your head, darling
Don't you come after me

I'ma lay still
In a fugue state
I'm a sleeping pill
For the long wait

I wanna forget the world you know, just let me go
I spent the season inside my soul
If they wanna know, I've gone away
A holiday for the low
A holiday for the low
A holiday for the low
A holiday for the low, oh, no