This is as far as it goes This the end of the road This the end of the rope The other end at her throat It's suicidal she wrote We doin' drugs 'til we in a coma This is the end of the show, it's over This is the end of her show, it's over We don't love

It's the first time Those are honest words Crossed out a lyric, discerned And those are honest words Otherwise I'm told waiting to choke them way down in my throat I rewrote the start, with a stab at the end I blotted out all that I've wrote Rubbed away