it was me/that hung on every syllable you said/and it was me/that threw a fully loaded book straight at your head/but you gotta hold on/to the things you love and ignore what they feed/yeah, ya gotta hold on/cause no one's quite the sum of all their deeds/ and it's useless in l.a./no one's been forgiven yet/and if i knew what to say, then i'd say it/and you'd somehow forget/ it was me/ that warned you 'bout the point of no return/and it was me/that stared in fascination while you burned/but you gotta hold on/to the things you love/and ignore what they feed/yeah, ya gotta hold on/cause no one's quite the sum of all their deeds/and it's useless in l.a./ no one's been forgiven yet/and if i knew what to say, then i'd say it and you'd somehow forget/and if i knew what to say, then i'd say it/and you'd somehow forget/ but you gotta hold on/ don't let your head get damaged by this scene/ yeah, ya gotta hold on/cause no one's quite the sum of all their deeds/and it's useless in l.a./no one's been forgiven yet/and if i knew what to say then i'd say it/and you'd somehow forget/the difference between what i do and what i mean/and if i knew what to say then i'd say it/and we could get away clean/we could get away clean/we could get away clean