This is the end of side one
This is the point where you'd flip the record over
And reflect on what I've done
Predict what's next, you're unimpressed, but
Drop the needle and relax... into
A subdued side two
Do you feel the obligation to continue
Don't you approve
I know you call yourself an audio aficionado
Cause you turn the shuffle off, hey good for you
But doesn't pressing skip
Make you a hypocrite too
This is the end of side one
This is the moment I admit that I'm alone
And isn't therapy so much fun
It's just us, our thoughts, and our impulses
Hey Andrew, nice to meet you
You're "sup dude," how crude
Have you chased the party home yet
I bet it's just me and you
I know you call yourself an audio aficionado
You're endlessly tinkering, what are you listening to
This is the end
This is the end, and endings are tough
Any message you send is never enough
I planned an apocalypse, no one was listening up
But I told you the ending already, the ending already
The end - A betrayal I couldn't defend
Because Hazel was wrong when she said
Choose me or your friends
And the blatant reality is
I'm afraid of what everyone says
I'm unable to separate personal worth from the
Mask I've been wearing, my grip on reality
Truly is scaring me
This is the end
If only I'd followed the trends
Rather than flipping you off
Rather than making a scene
Rather be bored
Rather be dead
Than be reminded again and again that
This is the end