Pack of beers, tryouts
The end has come to me
The end has come to us
Reflections of this modernity
They won't preach the hole
That days have carved in me
Mess, it's mess
You were the worst grade in a class
Anti-social, higher you fly
Harder you fall
Nothing done since 17
The end came to you
The end came to me
Took a path, took too much stuff
Now we chase the past
I'm not here as you will see
Soon
Mess, it's mess
You were the worst grade in a class
Anti-social, higher you fly
Harder you fall
