I've been acting out, wasting all your time
You've been clutching at the hands of the devil
I've lost all the feeling in my toes
I've been making deals with the devil
If I could
Hold on to
The hope that
You'd still
Want me in
Two weeks time
Then maybe I'd **** it up
If I could
Hold on to
The hope that
You'd still
Want me in
Two weeks time
Then maybe I'd **** it up
I've been saving face, changing all my clothes
Your hands reach deep, I start to fold
I just can't stop, wasting all your time
Our hands form lines as we grow old
If I could
Hold on to
The hope that
You'd still
Want me in
Two weeks time
Then maybe I'd **** it up
If I could
Hold on to
The hope that
You'd still
Want me in
Two weeks time
Then maybe I'd **** it up
If I could
Hold on to
You once more
I'd say
I need you
I want to
