Get Out Yer Calendars

Good looking out
For the end of the world
It's coming faster than you
Might've thought it would
Like a freight train
Coming straight at your face
Move on because
It's the end of the world

Good timing for
For the start of this mess
When we can't move any
Any further west
Just waiting for the
For the cars to crash
And beat me into
Into little bits

I walked through the cemetery
And found your grave
And by your name I left
My eighteen years of regret
Written in blood straight from your neck

Better to burn away
Than fade out



Credits
Writer(s): Trevor Gordon
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