Bitter End

There's way too many people in here

Don't let the fire marshal see

I feel the passion burn like cigarettes

The scene pours out into the street

Is this where I'm meant to be

Am I getting warm

I've grown so unaware of precedence

Is it too dark in here to see

In through the window we're so picturesque

Don't we make such a pretty scene

Is this where I'm meant to be

Am I getting warm

Listen to the part of me that's calling out for more

Well I have you now

And so unaware

Brooke had died

On a folding chair

What a way to live

And a way to go

Yeah I found what you're living in

And there's no way you're coming home

What it takes to live

With a ways to go

Yeah I found out what living is

And there's no way you're coming home

And I have you now

And so unaware

Yeah Brooke had died

On a folding chair

I wanna be a painting

I wanna peel it back again

If all this time will soon be wasted

Eat around the bitter end