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