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,

And when it all goes to hell,

me you're sorry with a straight face.

will you be able to tell

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.

And when it all goes to hell,

will you be able to tell

me you're sorry with a straight face.

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 to hell

And when it all goes to hell

And when it all goes.