The Patron Saint Of Liars And Fakes

Fall Out Boy

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?



Take this to your grave

And I'll take it to mine