The Patron Saint Of Liars And Fakes
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.
Are you through with me?
So..
And when it all goes to hell,
will you be able to tell
me you're 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, you try too hard
to look not quite as desperate". I'm 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 you're sorry with a straight face.
Take this to your grave
I'll take it to mine
And when it all goes to hell
And when it all goes.