I'm an old b reel
I'm that broken record with no appeal
But I spin around
Scratched and repeating that same sad sound
Till you go insane
And you cover you ears to stop the pain
And the temperature is dropping down
You're freezing to death and you want out

I've been
Making plans, breaking promises, and gaining fans
So I'd like
To make one last statement
My final list of demands
I'll keep it short, I'll keep it sweet
It won't take long, soon you can leave
My last request, my final plea
Promise you won't take this seriously

Oh but where have the months gone?
I haven't been conscious since December
And it's been at least twice that long since I felt hopeful
And I'd drink myself to death
If I wasn't so opposed
But it's hard to keep convictions
When you feel this god damn cold

I've been
Making plans, breaking promises, and gaining fans
So I'd like
To make one last statement
My final list of demands
I'll keep it short, I'll keep it sweet
It won't take long, soon you can leave
My last request, my final plea
Promise you won't take this seriously

Oh, but where has the love gone?
I've wanted to quit this since I can remember
Stomp out the final ember


Lyrics submitted by SisterCity

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