Honestly, what will become of me?
Don’t like reality, it’s way too clear to me
But really life is dandy, we are we don’t see
Miss everything daydreaming

Flames to dust, lovers to friends
Why do all good things come to an end?
Flames to dust, lovers to friends
Why do all good things come to an end?

Traveling, I only stop at exits wondering if I’ll stay
Young and restless living this way I stress less
I want to pull away when the dream dies
The pain sets in and I don’t cry, I only feel gravity and I wonder why

Flames to dust, lovers to friends
Why do all good things come to an end?
Flames to dust, lovers to friends
Why do all good things come to an end?
Come to an end, come to (an…)
Why do all good things come to an end?
Come to an end, come to (an…)
Why do all good things come to an end?

Well, the dogs were whistling a new tune
Barking at the new moon, hoping it would come soon
So that they could… Dogs were whistling a new tune
Barking at the new moon, hoping it would come soon
So that they could die (die… die… die…)

Flames to dust, lovers to friends
Why do all good things come to an end?
Flames to dust, lovers to friends
Why do all good things come to an end?
Come to an end, come to (an…)
Why do all good things come to an end?
Come to an end, come to (an…)
Why do all good things come to an end?

Well, the dogs were barking at the new moon
Whistling a new tune, hoping it would come soon
And the sun the dogs were barking at the new moon
Whistling a new tune, hoping it would come soon
So that they could die

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