Lyrics

Well where will you be this afternoon? I cut off all my fingers No fame, I spill my guts and orphaned Desert isle, like orphaned Big bang Blink if you can hear me Box my ears, Daddy, box my ears Box my ears, Daddy, box my ears Hoping is out of style So look happy, it's the end of the world It's the end of the world (Unintelligible) I've got a big machine, it's black and blue Where will you be this afternoon? Meet me and I'll spill my guts, 'cause I'm open To anything I'm open For the first time And you can count the years Count the years Count the years Hoping is out of style So look happy, it's the end of the world It's the end of the world It's the end of the world It's the end of the world It's the end of the world It's the end of the world