Hang On Kid

Hang On Kid

A pride song · Songbond

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A song written from a true story

The story & lyrics

The story behind this song

Lunch eaten in the library, back to the wall, door in view. The map of which stairwell stays empty, which route to the locker is clear. The word shouted across the gym floor and swallowed, year after year; the fake-sick Mondays; the phone screen at two in the dark. An adult is singing back across the years to that exact kid, and they refuse to dress it up — it was bad, and waking up was brave.

But they come with proof, not a slogan: an apartment with someone who looks at them like they hung the sun, a table of friends who'd raze the school. The kid everyone swore would never make it is the one alive enough to write this. The hallway, it turns out, ends.

For the kid in the hallway, from the person they grew up to be.

Lyrics

I see you eating lunch in the library,
back to the wall where the door's in view.

You learned which stairwell stays empty,
which route to your locker is clear.
You heard the word shouted across the gym floor
and you swallowed it, year after year.
You faked sick on the worst Monday mornings,
watched the screen at two in the dark —
I know, kid. I was there in that hallway.
I still feel that dent in the heart.

But I came back from the future to find you,
and I've got proof, not just a line —

so hang on, kid.
The distance to the good part
is shorter than it looks tonight.
I'm living proof, I made it through —
so hang on, kid. Hang on tight.

There's an apartment with somebody in it
who looks at me like I hung the sun.
There's a table of friends who'd raze that school
if they heard what those years had done.
The word they threw doesn't land anymore,
it just falls in the street and dies —
and the kid they swore would never make it
is the one writing this, alive.

So I came back from the future to find you,
and I've got proof, not just a line —

so hang on, kid.
The distance to the good part
is shorter than it looks tonight.
I'm living proof, I made it through —
so hang on, kid. Hang on tight.

I won't lie and say they meant well,
won't dress it up sweet or pretend.
It was bad. You were brave just by waking.
But the hallway, kid — the hallway ends.
And on the other side I'm standing,
hand stretched back to you, my friend.

So hang on, kid.
The distance to the good part
is shorter than it looks tonight.
I'm living proof, I made it through —
so hang on, kid. Hang on tight.

Eat your lunch, count down the days.
The hallway ends. Hang on. You'll be okay.

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