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?

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 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?

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.
And when it all goes to hell.
And when it all goes to hell.
And when it all goes...