Living in an Hour Glass

I tend to look outside this glass house
I tend to see all the drunks, romantics, and lushes
and through the midst of love and despair
can i ever really find my place in your arms?
Will it feel the same from now or in 12 months?

It's hard to play these games with you
and pretend it's not dying
and you make me smile
but inside i'm trying...
so hard to hold onto you

my grip is wearing thin
our time is running out
if there was a way to make this easier
i'd sell my soul to find out

but i don't have that anymore

So when i'm too weak to show you love
will you leave accordingly?
will you never speak to me?
cause i don't want that.

You were once the one thing that kept me going
Now I don't know if I can keep up with life
and the more I try the more I realize
I can't be alive to be thinking these thoughts
A nobody and a selfish heart...all I ever was.