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? so

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
"Boy's like you you try to hard to look not quite as desperate".
I'm hanging on. But i still know the way to make your makeup run.

Take this to your grave and I'll take it to mine.