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...