The Living End
This feels like the end of the road for me
At least I drove carefully
I hope you will miss me like I've missed you
This feels like the end of a fantasy
A bonified masterpiece
I've got so much left to reminisce to
This feels like the end of the road
I hope I'm headed home
I hope you'll stick around after all I've said
I fear I've dug myself a hole
I cannot wait anymore
I cannot pick a sound inside my head
This feels like the start of a book to me
A different look to me
I hope someday I'll find myself convincing
This seems all too close to the heart for me
A different part of me
I hope I can recover all I'm missing
This feels like the end of the road
I hope I'm headed home
I hope you'll stick around after all I've said
I fear I've dug myself a hole
I cannot wait anymore
I cannot pick a sound inside my head
Sorry, we've reached the end of the show
Now it's time to go
Now it's time for me to pack my bags and head on home
Hardly a foot inside the door
Berries on the floor
Bug is at the window on and more
I think I've reached the living end
I haven't dreamed like this
In years
I find it easy to pretend
Some summer child
Souvenirs
This feels like the end of the road to me
At least I drove carefully
I hope you will miss me like I've missed you
This feels like the end of a fantasy
A bonified masterpiece
I've got so much left to reminisce to
This feels like the end of the road
I hope I'm headed home
I hope you'll stick around after all I've said
I fear I've dug myself a hole
I cannot wait anymore
I cannot pick a sound inside my head
This feels like the start of a book to me
A different look to me
I hope someday I'll find myself convincing
This seems all too close to the heart for me
A different part of me
I hope I can recover all I'm missing
This feels like the end of the road
I hope I'm headed home
I hope you'll stick around after all I've said
I fear I've dug myself a hole
I cannot wait anymore
I cannot pick a sound inside my head
Sorry, we've reached the end of the show
Now it's time to go
Now it's time for me to pack my bags and head on home
Hardly a foot inside the door
Berries on the floor
Bug is at the window on and more
I think I've reached the living end
I haven't dreamed like this
In years
I find it easy to pretend
Some summer child
Souvenirs
This feels like the end of the road to me
Credits
Writer(s): Declan Donohue Chill, Liam Ryan Yorgensen, Quinn Lane, Miles Roy Mccarthy-reynolds, Brendan Whyburn
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