The End

There's no one there. We're left behind.

I see some faces but none that I could recognize.

Then all too soon those faces turned to blank stares.

Every eye returns a glare that burns itself into my memory.

Could this be the end for me?

Or have I just imagined loosely?

Let's find a car and take a drive.

The only question's where we're gonna go tonight

Forget that crash nobody seemed to care.

Might as well do that again. The fear it brings has taken over.

Could this be the end for me?

Or have I just imagined loosely?

Could this be the end for me?

Or have I just imagined loosely?