There's a cynical feeling saying I should give up
You said everything you'll ever say
There's a moment of panic
When I hear the phone ring
Anxiety's calling in my head
Don't wake me up before you leave
Is there the slightest trace of what you once believed
I feel your hand unlock the door
Leaving fingerprints of water in the oil
What's the point of saying sorry now?
Lost my voice while fighting my way out
Composição: Mark Hoppus / Matt Skiba
