Talk in double-time, this is where we are.nI can read your thoughts from behind the bar.nThe night is growing old and you want to go.nAnd this isn't where I thought I'd be at 22,nbut you know it's all for you.nnCall me on the phone, say you wanna talk.nWhat's the point of that, I can't even walk.nTell me that I've lied, that I've been untrue.nBut this isn't where you thought you'd be at 22,nbut you know it's all the truth.nnWe could make today our best day,nwe could make tonight our best night.nIn the end, we'll both have regrets.nIn the end, we won't be friends.nTake your time to dig up my grave,ntake your time to push me down.nIn the end, we won't have regrets.nIn the end, we'll both be dead.