I don't want to say that I'm afraid to die
I'm no good at goodbyes, I can't apologise
And if I don't stop now will it follow me down?
I guess I have to try, it's the art of getting by

'Cause I sunk some ships with selfish lips
And it all came back to me
I was terrified, I never told them why
And the songs I wrote 'bout hearts I broke
Would never come for free
I cheated and I lied but I meant it when I cried

So what do you say when you lose your way?
The past is in the past, it isn't meant to last
But if I can't let go, will you carry me home?
Can we celebrate the end? I'm asking for a friend

'Cause I filled my bed with my regrets
But it hasn't killed me yet
None of it mattered, none of it mattered
And the mess we made on Fridays
Gave me Sundays on my knees
But you still matter, you still matter

You still matter
You still matter
You still matter
You still matter
You still matter
You still matter
You still matter
You still matter

I don't want to say that I'm afraid to die
The past is in the past, it isn't meant to last
But if I can't let go, will you carry me home?
Can we celebrate the end? I'm asking for a friend

Home
Can we go?
Can we go?
Can we go?

Home
Can we go?
Can we go?
Can we go?

Home
Can we go?
Can we go?
Can we go?

Home
Can we go?
Can we go?
Can we go?

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Iain Andrew Cook, Lauren Eve Mayberry, Martin Clifford Doherty