Boa

You say you're through now

You're tired of crying on and on and on.

But your hand is wrapped around mine

and I can feel your heart beat.

It's not the last time

It's not the last...

Time

I refuse to let you go

Oh, you don't know

The meaning to all of this

It feels like you don't want to know

you never stop, always have your hands

around someone else's neck so you don't have to think

of how hollow and empty you've become

stop with the teenage drama, you're just so dumb

hold on to me tight and remember we're tomorrow, tomorrow

together we rise so forget all your sorrow, your sorrow

your own laws don't apply (so all you do is against the law)

still it's sad when I think you've lost of your voice

you cry when you hate and you hate it when you cry

you're my living paradox, my carbon monoxide

hold on to me tight and remember we're tomorrow, tomorrow

together we rise so forget all your sorrow, your sorrow