I'm holding out, and I'm holding on
To every letter and every song
I wrote 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, "Boys like you try too hard
To look not quite as desperate"
And I'm hanging on, but I still know the way to make your make-up 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