There’s nothing I can do now about the ring ringing in my ears.
I always stood too close to the speaker stacks.
So quick to fall in love with love that never lasts.
Well, every hour hurt, but the last one killed me.

I slept best on the back row van bench.
It beat the couch, at an out of town punk house.
But nothing ever lasts, not even my sleeping bag.
Every hour hurt, but the last one killed me.

Whether I was ready, ready or not.
All my favorite bands have broken up.
I Never thought it’d happen to us.
Every hour hurt, but the last one killed me.

I sold the van for $3000 bucks.
The songs were good but never quite good enough.
Blame it all on shitty timing and bad luck.
Every hour hurt, but the last one killed me.