Let this be our final fair well with swollen lungs and blood shot eyes the music fades and you slowly die your bodies failings, my heart is so numb you didnt have to go this way, I refuse to watch you die this way spending your last moments gazing upon the lights of this town reminiscing of times once past your memory will forever last and I, cant help but think I never tried can I try this will be our final fair well I will wage my war against an ocean of a contagious bronze a battle with the bottle, a battle I cannot hope to win this is our final fair well your heart decays with every beat the music is dead, my heart is at my feet this hole in my chest is filling with defeat but I will suppress, I will remain strong cause its the thought of you that keeps me holding on