at the end of the

Start stop

So hard to hold on

When I’m falling off

Why am I even talking?

When you’ve seen it all

Self-control

Is it self-control?

Haven’t you had enough?

First to the front of the line

Forgiven

Last to the back of the line

You jump

Stop start

Sticky fingers

Every word that lingers

Heavy on which you speak

Hangs like the plague on me

On the other hand

When have you gone wrong

On a band

That led to our song

All along

When you’re alone

Let me know

Where you want to go

And this world spins
And this world spins
And this world spins

At the end of the end

At the end of the end

At the end of the end

At the end of the

© 2010 by Matt Bonham