We're building it up To break it back down

 And she won’t apologize
For the cheating and the lies

 Tak, również punk-rock jest sztuką, a nie ma sztuki dla leniwych.

 I’m seeing the pain, seeing the pleasure
Nobody but you, ‘body but me,

 And you got me, let go
What you want from me?

 How about a round of applause?
Standing ovation?

 The sun is down and we're bound to get
Exhausted and so far from the shore

 It's no secret that the both of us are running out of time

 Scars we carry
Carry with memories, memories burned by the dark

 Przepraszam Cię ostatni raz, więcej tak, nie chcę już się czuć.

 My momma told me,
Go make yourself some friends,
Or you'll be lonely