I'll save my breath this time,
Cause my hands are bound so tightly,
That I'm in no position to lie,
Just save my words this time,
Cause inside we know this is fiction,
Sit tight to the story of your life:
"How you'll be sorry when I'm gone",
And though we've burned our bridges,
I'm still outside of your house where the light is always on,
It's come to this,
The taste of you is upon my lips,
They burn so bright,
The streetlights will guide us home tonight,
So save your words this time,
And let's just keep these cameras rolling baby,
we go live in five,
Because it's all on you and I and,
Inside we know this is fiction,
Sit tight to the story of your life:
"How you'll be sorry when I'm gone",
And though we've burned our bridges,
I'm still outside of your house where the light is always on,
It's come to this,
The taste of you is upon my lips,
They burn so bright,
The streetlights will guide us home tonight,
And streetlights will guide us home tonight