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?

I'm all ears and I'm all scars

To hear you tell me "boys like you try to hard

To look not quite as desperate"

And 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

Will you be able to tell me "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...