Secrets

I need another story
Something to get off my chest
My life gets kinda boring
Need something that I can confess
Til' all my sleeves are stained red
From all the [bad word] that I've said [bad word] by it honestly I swear
Thought you saw me wink, no
I've been on the brink, so

It's too late to apologize, it's too late
It's too late to apologizes, it's too late
Woahoo woah

Paint a picture of a perfect place
They've got it better than what anyone's told you
They'll be the King of Hearts, and you'll be the Queen of Spades
And we'll fight for you like we were your soldiers

I know we've got it good
But they've got it made
And the grass is getting greener each day
I know things are looking up
But soon they'll take us down
Before everybody's knowing our name.

(IT'S TOO LATE APOLOGIZE)
They've got all the right friends in all the right places
So yeah, we're going down
They've got all the right moves and all the wrong faces
So yeah, we're going down