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
You through with me
So

And when it all goes to hell
Will you be able to tell
Me sorry with a straight face

And when it all goes to hell
Will you be able to tell
Me sorry with a straight face
(Let's go)

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
But 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

And when it all goes to hell
Will you be able to tell
Me sorry with a straight face

And when it all goes to hell
Will you be able to tell
Me sorry with a straight face

And when it all goes to hell
(Take this to your grave)
Will you be able to tell
(I'll take you to mine)
Me sorry with a straight face

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