A Toast to the End of the World

I never seem to follow the program
I like to have fun, improvise with no plan
I'm a slowpoke doing the best that I can
Trudge through the mud like a dirty old man saying
The whole world has gone to pot
All the actors on stage have lost the plot
Dirty brown water, pour it over the rocks
At the end of the day, everybody's all talk
I've heard it all before
I've seen every pretty woman walk out the door
With no soul mate, no heart, hardcore
We can sort it out through our lawyers in court
Now you're just a dream I had
If I admit you were real, it might drive me mad
When we first met, you were a real wild cat
But I ended up entangled in your briar patch
So I just want to get my kicks now
Get out and get in the mix now
It's too late to patch up a fix now
I'm too close to lying in a ditch now
The time on the clock is late
My eyes are growing tired; it's eleven fifty-eight
And there's no time to wait
Meet me in the graveyard for a midnight date
And I'll bring a bottle of wine
So that we can toast to the end of time
You know that we're just two infinite souls
Who forgot who we were while we were playing our roles



Credits
Writer(s): Brandon A Coy
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