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.
You 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.
I’m all ears and I’m all scars
to hear you tell me «Boys like you you try to hard to look not quite as
desperate.»
And I’m hanging on. But I still know how 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.
(2 times)
Take this to your grave, and 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