I'm holding out and
I'm holding on to every letter and every grudge.
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.
And when it all goes to hell
will you be able to tell me
you're sorry with a straight face.


I'm all ears and I'm all scars
to hear you tell me
"Boy's like you you try so hard to not look desperate."
I'm hanging on.
But I still know the way to make your makeup run.

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
and I'll take it to mine.)
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
And when it all goes to hell
And when it all goes to hell
And when it all goes