this is the end you know
lady, the plans we had went all wrong
we ain’t nothing but fight and shout and tears
we got to a point I can’t stand
I’ve had it to the limit; I can’t be your man
I ain’t more than a minute away from walking

we can’t cry the pain away
we can’t find a need to stay
I slowly realized there’s nothing on our side

out of my life, out of my mind
out of the tears that we can’t deny
we need to swallow all our pride
and leave this mess behind

out of my head, out of my bed
out of the dreams we had, they’re bad
tell them it’s me who made you sad
tell them the fairytale gone bad

another night and I bleed
they all make mistakes and so did we
but we did something we can never turn back right
find a new one to fool
leave and don’t look back. I won’t follow
we have nothing left. it’s the end of our time.

we can’t cry the pain away
we can’t find a need to stay
there’s no more rabbits in my hat to make things right.

out of my life, out of my mind
out of the tears we can’t deny
we need to swallow all our pride
and leave this mess behind

out of my head, out of my bed
out of the dreams we had, they’re bad
tell them it’s me who made you sad
tell them the fairytale gone bad.



I'm feeling rough, I'm feeling raw, I'm in the prime of my life.
let's make some music, make some money, find some models for wives.
I'll move to paris, shoot some heroin, and fuck with the stars.
you man the island and the cocaine and the elegant cars.

this is our decision, to live fast and die young.
we've got the vision, now let's have some fun.
yeah, it's overwhelming, but what else can we do.
get jobs in offices, and wake up for the morning commute.

forget about our mothers and our friends
we're fated to pretend
to pretend
we're fated to pretend
to pretend.

I'll miss the playgrounds and the animals and digging up worms
I'll miss the comfort of my mother and the weight of the world
I'll miss my sister, miss my father, miss my dog and my home
yeah, I'll miss the boredom and the freedom and the time spent alone.

there's really nothing, nothing we can do
love must be forgotten, life can always start up anew.
the models will have children, we'll get a divorce
we'll find some more models, everything must run its course.

we'll choke on our vomit and that will be the end
we were fated to pretend
to pretend
we're fated to pretend
to pretend.