She's walking 'round in emptiness
She's looking for the good She left in her prom dress
She can't take back all her regrets
The skies a blur
my drug my friend
Sometimes you can't avoid the lonesome, bitter end
She breathing in some nicotine
And when she's down she'll drown this town in kerosene
This must be the end of the line
This must be the end of the line
This must be the end of the line
The ganja boys
The locker there
Maybe the truth is just too much for you to bear
You can't avoid a compromise
Maybe this is just a reflection of what's on your mind
This must be the end of the line
This must be the end of the line
This must be the end of the line
Even all this time, we're still making it fine
Even all this time, we're still making it fine
Even all this time, we're still making it fine
This must be the end of the line
This must be the end of the line
This must be the end of the line
She's walking 'round in emptiness
She's looking for the good She left in her prom dress