Letra de A Little Fight

Can we talk about something else? I can't stand the sound of my own voice right now It's hard not to make a scene When you stand at the door with your car keys saying I hope the water's not too cold I hope the water's not too close to the interstate Where the guardrails gone by the edge of the lake And tears start to fill your eyes While you're crossing fast over painted lines (oh) With four wheels pointed towards the shore You give in and you give up on Control of yourself and of everything else There is nothing to fear when you're living in hell And everything's winning but nothing makes sound And you're trying to scream, but the words don't come out And you know It's too late now It's too late now It's too late now It's too late It's too late now It's too late