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 throught with me?
And when it all goes to hell Will you be able to me sorry with a straight face?
I'm all ears and I'm all scars To hear you tell me "Boys like you try too hard to look not quite as desperate" I'm hanging on But I still the way to make your makeup run so
And when it all goes to hell Will you be able to me sorry with a straight face?