Text: Taking Back Sunday. Tell All Your Friends. The Blue Channel.

And I'm not so sure
If I'm sure of anything anymore
Well this is the last night
That you'll be keepin' secrets from me

Hit the lights before you leave you know of
the million things you had to say sorry just
Just might have found it's way in there somehow, someway
But don't worry, sweetie, 'cause I already know

And I'm not so sure
If I'm sure of anything anymore
Well this is the last night
You'll be keepin' secrets from me

You're so guilty, it's disgusting he's been
Sneakin' underneath your sheets and your hands
Have been in places that they probably shouldn't go
But don't worry, sweetie, 'cause I already know

[Incomprehensible]
Regardless if my pictures
They don't line your mirror
Regardless you know that
I'll still wait for your call

Regardless if my pictures
They don't line your mirror
Regardless you know that
I'll still wait for your call

Honestly, if this is the last time
That I see you, I'll still wait for your call
Do you know what your girl's been up to?