Ten Minutes To Meltdown, I'm Having A Drink

And I Don't Think You Care, No I Don't Even Think

About You Or The Hands That You Say You Don't Love

As You Hold Them So Tight While The Sky Up Above

Opens Up And Rains Down With An Unholy Bore

There's Holes In The Ceiling, There's Holes In The Floor

There's Holes In These Walls All So Covered With Grime

Hey Baby, It's The End Of The World, Have A Good Time



Tectonically Speaking Integrity's Lost

Still I Don't Feel Foundation Was Ever At Cost

Just Some Old Bricks And Mortar, Some Holes To Be Filled

This Plywood And Prefab Can All Be Rebuilt

It's Just Toothpicks And Twine, Some Matchsticks And Paste

But It's All Too Late Now, Oh My God What A Waste

And I Feel The Ground Shaking, I Hear A Strange Sound

Hey Baby, It's The End Of The World, I Will See You Around

Affection Is Earthbound, Our Crushes Of Stone

But These All Fall Away, Still You're Never Alone

When Your One Mode Of Function's Steadfast Deconstuction

Of Attachments Once Forged With A Fiery Rambunction

And I Can't Help But Think Way Before The Big Sink

That The Streets Of Atlantis Already Held A Stink

And I Can't Help But Know Way Deep Down In My Soul

That The Best Has Already Come And Now It's Time To Go

So Sign All Your Yearbooks, Give A Last Glance

We've All Missed The Prom, Still You're Used To This Dance

Soon A Figureless Shadow Will Drown Out The Sun

Hey Baby, It's The End Of The World, I Hope You Have Fun

I Hope You Have Fun