BOYSTOWN

It's really coming down

Snow in boystown

Whitney on the radio

Hanging onto the edge

I know what you're feeling

Maybe I can let it go

We can talk about shame

But don't you dare throw it in my face

I don't think you'll ever change

It's not alright no it's not okay

The things we do and the things we say

In final hours

Held in your arms

I was lucky to be hanging on

But not for now

It's really coming down

It's really coming down

It's really coming down

It's really coming down

It's really coming down

It's really coming down

It's really coming down

If only I could see

See it with my eyes

If you show me yours than I would show you mine

Pull me like a thread

Cover up the size

I would never do that

I would rather die

And we can talk about blame

But baby you don't want to play that game

I don't think you'll ever change

It's not alright and it's not okay

The things we do and the things we say

In final hours

Held in your arms

I was lucky to be hanging on

And it's not your fault

But it's fucked up

The things we do when we lose trust

In desperate times maybe we find

We could have done it right

But not for now

When it's really coming down

It's really coming down

It's really coming down

It's really coming down

It's really coming down

It's really coming down

It's really coming down

It's really coming down

It's really coming down

It's really coming down

It's really coming down

It's really coming down

It's really coming down