The phone rings empty promises,
Like I'll be right back; I'm not too far away.
And for all of those that you played,
I feel like someone should say
Are you finished yet?
If you had regrets,
Would you change it around?
Turn our world upside down?
Let's paint this town a different color
Let's paint a different end
From the one I saw last night when I was drunk, drunk dreaming.
This is the way the world must end,
Not with a bang, but a whimper,
A forced out It's been fun,
And then cut to The End.
For every day you wish you weren't,
For every hour you wish you were,
For all the things we make it through,
P.S Here's a metaphor for you:
The captain cries:
Jump as high off the earth
As you possibly can
When the clock hits the 12,
We're not spending
New Years on the ground.
Let's try and be happy with nothing,
We'll need nothing at all.
The only thing we'll ever after to say is
Well, and maybe
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