I don't want to say that I'm afraid to die I'm no good at goodbyes, I can't apologise And if I don't stop now will it follow me down? I guess I have to try, it's the art of getting by
'Cause I sunk some ships with selfish lips And it all came back to me I was terrified, I never told them why And the songs I wrote 'bout hearts I broke Would never come for free I cheated and I lied but I meant it when I cried
So what do you say when you lose your way? The past is in the past, it isn't meant to last But if I can't let go, will you carry me home? Can we celebrate the end? I'm asking for a friend
'Cause I filled my bed with my regrets But it hasn't killed me yet None of it mattered, none of it mattered And the mess we made on Fridays Gave me Sundays on my knees But you still matter, you still matter
You still matter You still matter You still matter You still matter You still matter You still matter You still matter You still matter
I don't want to say that I'm afraid to die The past is in the past, it isn't meant to last But if I can't let go, will you carry me home? Can we celebrate the end? I'm asking for a friend
Home Can we go? Can we go? Can we go?
Home Can we go? Can we go? Can we go?
Home Can we go? Can we go? Can we go?
Home Can we go? Can we go? Can we go?
Compositores: Iain Andrew Cook (PRS), Lauren Eve Mayberry (PRS), Martin Clifford Doherty (PRS)Editor: Universal Music Publishing Limited (PRS)ECAD verificado obra #31798137 em 19/Abr/2024