EVERYTIME I TRY TO SAY IT

SOME AIRBAG STOPS ME FROM COLLIDING

WITH THE MEMORY OF THE PAIN

BUT TODAY I ARRIVED ON

TIME TO BREAK OUT AND TOSS MY HATE

LET ME TELL YOU RIGHT NOW, THIS IS REAL



HEY, IS IT TOO LATE NOW?

I’M DYING HOPE IT AIN’T TOO LATE NOW, I’M DYING

I CAN’T PRETEND I’M HERE TO SAY GOODBYE



NEVER SEEN A REDHEAD SAINT

BUT THIS TIME I CAN MAKE IT RIGHT

AS 23 YEARS OF SWEEPING AWAY

PASS RIGHT BEFORE MY EYES

SO BLIND I COULD HARDLY SEE

WE WERE MEANT TO LIVE LIKE WE’RE 3 OF A KIND



HEY IS IT TOO LATE NOW? I’M DYING

HOPE IT AIN’T TOO LATE NOW I’M DYING



DON’T WANNA CARRY THE WEIGHT

NEED TO SEE YOUR FACES, TIE YOUR SHOELACES

SO BOTH OF YOU PLEASE, MAKE ME GET IN TOUCH

WITH WHO I AM, I AM



TIME TO BREAK OUT AND TOSS MY HATE

AS I APPROACH THE DOOR,

CLOSER THE TWO OF YOU

ASK ME HOW HAVE I BEEN...

THIS TIME I KNOW I SHOULD SAY IT,

BUT I’LL JUST PRETEND I’M HERE TO SAY GOODBYE