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, boy's like you try too hard To look not quite as desperate but I'm hanging on 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 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