I'm holding out and I'm holding on
To every letter and every song
I pulled myself out of the day we ever had to meet
You're through with me?
So...
And when it all goes to hell
will you be able to tell me
"Sorry." with a straight face?
And when it all goes to hell
will you be able to tell me
"Sorry." with a straight face?
(Let's Go!)
I'm all ears and I'm all scars
To hear you tell me: "Boy's like you try too hard
To not look quite as desperate without hanging on."
But I still know the way to make your makeup run.
So...
And when it all goes to hell
will you be able to tell me
"Sorry." with a straight face?
And when it all goes to hell
will you be able to tell me
"Sorry." with a straight face?
And when it all goes to hell...
And when it all goes to hell...
And when it all goes to hell...
And when it all goes...
I couldn’t resist.
It makes me feel unemo.
And I’m resisting the temptation of going into a state of emoness...
what we could have been, 10:57 PM.