Crowds

All the people in the room, they all know you But turn your back on tomorrow, just hit the snooze Looking like a pair of worn down shoes You gaze at them like you've lost the glue Last call must Be mistrust Goodbye again Former friend Last call may Break my day He's a broken man Here to end Your mothers downing bottles on a Tuesday Just to hear your voice saying it'll be okay Crowds of people, just here to take your picture You're on the spot While you rot Last call must Be mistrust Goodbye again Former friend Last call may Break my day He's a broken man Here to end Last call must Be mistrust Goodbye again Former friend Last call may Break my day He's a broken man Here to end