brush off the hours of your day i m buried in the distant dusk winding past uncertain roads history s remapped i m not together i m apart the wilderness of these streets the neon trees shine their lights down on me years on repeat mother i don t even care i thought i tried i m so sorry i never call and i never write the traffic lights blinked a million times but i blinked twice and twenty years went by twenty years went by we re stuck somewhere in between the sounds of the orchestra rise and swell all around me this is the end of all things this is the end this is the end of all things