Last Chance

Well, I hate this city for being such a weapon

Taunting its cheap thrills as distraction time

But pour me a drink, let's talk of heaven

Of Jack and Rye

Let's hear stories of people struggling forever

Turning to run to forget those endeavors gone awry

The story is dear because the story is

The story is mine

And it seems such a waste of time

To be drinking while my mother is tired

And my father's sulking into his chair

They've had enough of my share

Of promising it's the last time

Of thinking I won't fail if I try

Last chance we make it out there

Last chance we get out there

And all these times we've been pounded by the pressure

They've been around and they never wanna let you inside

They just wanna talk about the weather

They just wanna buy

The same song, same sound, so now who's gonna get you?

It's your end in this town or the end of a century coming round

You just wanna scream about your instincts

You just wanna hide

And it seems such a waste of time

To be drinking while my mother is tired

And my father's sulking into his chair

They've had enough of my share

Of promising it's the last time

Of thinking I won't fail if I try

Last chance we make it out there

Last chance we get out there

Last chance we get out there

Last chance we get out there

Last chance we make it out there

And it seems such a waste of time

To be drinking while my mother is tired

And my father's sulking into his chair

They've had enough of my share

Of promising it's the last time

Of drinking till a candy sunrise

Last chance we make it out there

Last chance we get out there

Last chance we get out there

Last chance we make it out there