The End

This is not maybe
this is not maybe
this is the end
oh the end

We are lost in an ocean
of devotion to our ghosts
hanging to the worst
parts of our nature
it's a part of what we're going through
and it's everything
and we just play, we don't complain
we're actors faking parts and scripts they never
even read and we just play,
we don't complain
but deep down inside I know we're headed for a fall

this is not maybe
this is not maybe
this is the end
oh the end

this is a goodbye
this is no next time
even the best things sometimes
you know they need to end

you drown in slow motion
carrying around the ghost
that you love the most
it's a part of our nature
what we're trying to let go
becomes everything

and we just play, we don't complain
we're actors faking parts and scripts they never even read
and we just play, we don't complain
but deep down inside I know we're headed for a fall
this is not maybe
this is not maybe
this is the end
oh the end

this is a goodbye
this is no next time
even the best things sometimes
you know they need to end