Street side lights
They burn my eyes
Summer nights
And stupid late night fights
It was fun at first
But those feelings were so quickly reversed
Hateful sayings, swiftly exchanged
We're all so easily estranged

Don't want to be your last resort
I don't want to be forgotten again
This is getting out of hand
I don't want to be your last resort
I don't want to fall into
Lachrymose
Overdose
Comatose

This is getting to be too much
I've been trampled underfoot
And left in the underbrush
I'm getting so sick
Of having to equivocate the obvious

I can't be your last resort
I won't be forgotten again
This is getting out of hand
I can't be your last resort
I don't want to fall into
Lachrymose
Overdose
Comatose