Last Bullet In the Chamber

I remember the days with our boards in our hands
Livin a life without any plans
Time was not of the essence our mistakes were just lessons
Night turned to day was the end of a session
I remember days when we used to make forts
Running a muck making a mess of all sorts
Playing with swords swinging without a cause
After every bruise we'd count up the scores
Back when the canvas was a blank
We could paint the lines to whatever we make
Now the days are a mindless blur
Making more numbers for the fuhrer

I'm the, I'm the, I'm the last bullet in the chamber

Now here I am almost ten years later
Goodbye to my dreams of becoming a skater
Two lousy tears now act as my margin
No free leave for this poor sergeant
Packing up boxes just to take them back down
With a glass half empty I'll be the next round
Where am I at What am I heading for
Lock myself out so I can knock on my own door

I'm the last bullet left in the chamber
I'm the servo food without any flavour
I make people sick cause I'm outta date
I'm the kinda person to be turned away
It's a lonely life but ain't a bore
That's damn lie ye this life's a chore
So I'll wake up again at 6 40
Catching no z's to make the 140