the edge
Heaven knows I ain't exactly happy
Whatever happens, happens
When shit hit the fan, I don't panic
Whatever happens, happens
Ya hanging on by a thread
I cut 'em off, now they're dead to me
You're just a memory
Don't follow me, I'm on the edge
Hanging on by a thread
If tomorrow armageddon I'll never know
Swim with the sharks or die on the boat
It cost a arm & leg to cope
Still hanging on I just can't let go
Ain't no strings attached, this shit ain't for show
I can't ever live life under the scope, fuck
What a parasitic approach!
This bitch on me like a leech, yeah
She doing the most
Fuck your agenda, I stick to the code
We where you not this location disclosed
My fingers crossed I ran out of hope
My head in the clouds, I'm far from home
Yeah
You ain't nothing but a memory
I'm so high it feel heavenly
Ain't hard to tell we all living in hell
If tomorrow armageddon, oh well!
Ya hanging on by a thread
I cut 'em off, now they're dead to me
You're just a memory
Don't follow me, I'm on the edge
Hanging on by a thread
I got sunshine in a plastic bag
I ain't happy but I'm far from sad
Break my heart, it's made out of glass
I just want to feel somethin' so bad
I never ever been this numb
Got stabbed in the back and I didn't feel nothin'
I know all 'bout fake love
That's some shit I hate so much
Heaven knows I ain't exactly happy
Whatever happens, happens
When shit hit the fan, I don't panic
Whatever happens, happens
Ya hanging on by a thread
I cut 'em off, now they're dead to me
You're just a memory
Don't follow me, I'm on the edge
Hanging on by a thread
Whatever happens, happens
When shit hit the fan, I don't panic
Whatever happens, happens
Ya hanging on by a thread
I cut 'em off, now they're dead to me
You're just a memory
Don't follow me, I'm on the edge
Hanging on by a thread
If tomorrow armageddon I'll never know
Swim with the sharks or die on the boat
It cost a arm & leg to cope
Still hanging on I just can't let go
Ain't no strings attached, this shit ain't for show
I can't ever live life under the scope, fuck
What a parasitic approach!
This bitch on me like a leech, yeah
She doing the most
Fuck your agenda, I stick to the code
We where you not this location disclosed
My fingers crossed I ran out of hope
My head in the clouds, I'm far from home
Yeah
You ain't nothing but a memory
I'm so high it feel heavenly
Ain't hard to tell we all living in hell
If tomorrow armageddon, oh well!
Ya hanging on by a thread
I cut 'em off, now they're dead to me
You're just a memory
Don't follow me, I'm on the edge
Hanging on by a thread
I got sunshine in a plastic bag
I ain't happy but I'm far from sad
Break my heart, it's made out of glass
I just want to feel somethin' so bad
I never ever been this numb
Got stabbed in the back and I didn't feel nothin'
I know all 'bout fake love
That's some shit I hate so much
Heaven knows I ain't exactly happy
Whatever happens, happens
When shit hit the fan, I don't panic
Whatever happens, happens
Ya hanging on by a thread
I cut 'em off, now they're dead to me
You're just a memory
Don't follow me, I'm on the edge
Hanging on by a thread
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Writer(s): William Dalton Van Zandt, Jackson Joseph De Silva
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