Talk in double-time, this is where we are.   I can read your thoughts from behind the bar.   The night is growing old and you want to go.   And this isn't where I thought I'd be at 22,   but you know it's all for you.      Call me on the phone, say you wanna talk.   What's the point of that, I can't even walk.   Tell me that I've lied, that I've been untrue.   But this isn't where you thought you'd be at 22,   but you know it's all the truth.      We could make today our best day,   we could make tonight our best night.   In the end, we'll both have regrets.   In the end, we won't be friends.   Take your time to dig up my grave,   take your time to push me down.   In the end, we won't have regrets.   In the end, we'll both be dead.