Honestly what will become of me don't like reality it's way too clear to me but really life is dandy we are what we don't see missed 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 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 end? Well the dogs were barking at the new moon, whistling a new tune hoping it would come soon, and the sun was wondering if it should stay away for a day til the feeling went away and the sky was falling and the clouds were dropping and the rain forgot how to bring salvation, the dogs were barking at the new moon. Whistling a new tune hoping it would come soon so that they could die.