End of the line

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 Her only hope is what she did She'll soon forget c 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 c 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 c 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 c This must be the end of the line c 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