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? (x2)
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? (x4)
And when it all goes to hell (x3)
And when it all goes...
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? (x2)
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? (x4)
And when it all goes to hell (x3)
And when it all goes...