Wont make do with your games
And your slamming the door
So fall down, fall through
So have done with your vice and your virtue
It will take a lot to make it right
Prattle with your voice
And its sounding off
Sounding like white noise
If we fall, divide
If its yours to choose
Then go and decide
Cuz if its mine I wont let it ride
I will take a lot to make it right
Didnt I stay?
And didnt you wait?
And didnt I care
When you were crying?
It will take a lot to make it right
