Wide open, Empty coffin

Giving up is jumping in

Straight foward, Sun on the dashboard

This dead-end town I'll leave behind

Wide open, Miles of pavement

Away from useless lives and failure

I've seen these lights

For the last time

How does it feel when I laugh in your face?



When I give you the finger

You're already dead to me

And you really think you matter

That's the story of the year



2000 miles away from

These stormy skies

To salty air

Knee deep in midwest quicksand

There's no reason to say good bye



When I give you the finger

You're already dead to me

And you really think you matter

That's the story of the year



Now or never

It's the story of the year

There's no way I'll believe in second chances



Don't look back

Don't hesitate

Your futures' the chances you take

Don't live your life

Afraid of growing old with regret in the end