Well I hate this city for being such a weapon
Taunting its cheap thrills as distraction time
But pour me a drink, letu0027s talk of heaven
Of jack and rye
Letu0027s 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 fatheru0027s sulking into his chair
Theyu0027ve had enough of my share
Of promising itu0027s the last time
Of thinking I wonu0027t fail if I try
Last chance we make it out there
Last chance we get out there

And all these times
Weu0027ve been pounded by the pressure
Theyu0027ve 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 whou0027s gonna get you?
Itu0027s 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 fatheru0027s sulking into his chair
Theyu0027ve had enough of my share
Of promising itu0027s the last time
Of thinking I wonu0027t 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 fatheru0027s sulking into his chair
Theyu0027ve had enough of my share
Of promising itu0027s the last time
Of drinking u0027til 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