Some days I'm scared to be awake
Some night I leave the light on
Sick poetry I lean on to realize we should think twice
Wasting life away on rooftops throwing cigarettes to watch the embers fly
No I don't want let go, don't want, don't want let go, these things aren't making sense anymore
Jaded; waking up on your best friend's floor We're naked
Still drunk from the night before
I'll cut ties away from all my friends
So they won't even miss me when I'm dead
No I don't want let go, don't want, don't want let go, these things aren't making sense anymore
You mean everything to me
Take away the pills that help me when I'm weak
You found a way to make me bleed
Don't say you're sorry
We burned like fireworks
We took a one-way train for a getaway
And we'll sing, "was it our time to go?"
"Was it our time to go?"
No I don't want let go, don't want, don't want let go, these things aren't making sense anymore
These things aren't making sense anymore
("was it our time to go?")