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 through with me? And when it all goes to hell Will you be able to tell me sorry with a straight face? I'm all ears and I'm all scars To hear you tell me "Boys like you who 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 sorry with a straight face? Take this to your grave And I'll take it to mine Take this to your grave And I'll take it to mine Take this to your grave And I'll take it to mine Take this to your grave And I'll take it to mine When it all goes to hell When it all goes to hell When it all goes to hell
Artist: Fall Out Boy