She's walking around in emptiness She's missing all the good she left in her prom dress She can't take back all her regrets Her only hope is what she did she'll soon forget
The sky's a blur My drug, my friend Sometimes you can't avoid the lonesome bitter end She's 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, they like her there Maybe the truth is just too much for you to bear You can't avoid a compromise Maybe this is a state of the 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 fine Even all this time, we're still making fine Even all this time, we're still making 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
You can't avoid a compromise This must be the end of the line You can't avoid what's on your mind This must be the end of the line You can't avoid a compromise This must be the end of the line This must be the end of the line
She's walking around in emptiness She's looking for the good she left in her prom dress