Some days I'm scared to be awake Some night I leave the light on Sick poetry I lean on to realize we should think twice Wasting life away on rooftops throwing cigarettes to watch the embers fly No I don't want let go, don't want, don't want let go, these things aren't making sense anymore Jaded; waking up on your best friend's floor We're naked Still drunk from the night before I'll cut ties away from all my friends So they won't even miss me when I'm dead No I don't want let go, don't want, don't want let go, these things aren't making sense anymore You mean everything to me Take away the pills that help me when I'm weak You found a way to make me bleed Don't say you're sorry We burned like fireworks We took a one-way train for a getaway And we'll sing, "was it our time to go?" "Was it our time to go?" No I don't want let go, don't want, don't want let go, these things aren't making sense anymore These things aren't making sense anymore ("was it our time to go?")