Montana OR the End

I tried to escape the West Coast with my lungs in tact
With plans to live every Marlboro Mile I'd smoked
This air could get less hazy
And my mind still be cloudy
So what's it really matter in the end

Well you can turn up the death grips
And spit up the gasoline
Stuck in Missoula on Sunday but we're not going to church
For the lord could try to save me
And I'd still be a sinner
So what's it really matter in the end

Meet a friend in the Midwest who want to give us food and shelter
Well I've got two friends and Iris to keep safe for the night
Yeah I wish we could've stayed longer
But it's probably for the better
Cuz not everything works out in the end

Now the smoke has reached the East Coast
And we're looking pretty screwed
So lets throw on some gas masks to pack up all that's good
Got the landlord yelling on the phone
To, get the fuck out of my home
I guess her being nice was just pretend

Got into the new home where things were looking up
But woah I had no car and I had no job
I was running out of luck
Looking like it's time to go around the bend again
And I wonder how close we are to the end

Repeating cycles you tried to heal, loosing track of what's real
So I'll burn my flesh for the love of my god
It's a carnival that's in my head and I'm just trying to leave
I've been searching for years but so far there's no escape
And I wonder how close we are to the end
And not everything works out in the end
(So sad)
And I wonder how close we are to the end
The end
The end
The end is here!