Poor Impulse Control

I won't give up on you
These scars won't tear us apart
So don't give up on me
It's not too late for us
And I'll save you from yourself

Close your eyes
There's nothing we can do
But sleep in this bed that we made for ourselves
You're trapped in our past
Is there hope for us?
Can we make it out alive?
I can taste the failure on your lips

We'll play this symphony of sympathy
I won't give up on you