Holding - Intellectual

Calling your name when I've felt comfortable

Knowing that it's just me inside this hole

These woods won't remember us or what we said

Each rock rolling toward us regrets what it meant

And I've been holding you too closely ever since

If I could carry you, I'll wait 'til we end

Then maybe you'd consider me sometime when you're bored

If I could carry you, I'll wait 'til we end

Then maybe you'd consider me sometime when you'rе bored

God I hope you're borеd

God I hope you're bored