The Front Bottoms - Grand Finale lyrics

[Verse 1] Encore, night is almost over I’m bored, wanna leave It felt good before but now it’s getting older ‘Cause there’s no more empathy [Pre-Chorus] Final firework of summer, your phone falls into the fire It’s the last act of a dying cellphone Last call of a desperate man [Chorus] Empty wine bottles in my room When I wake up I think of you It’s our grand finale [Verse 2] Drugstore, twenty-four hour market We’ll go before we see [Pre-Chorus] Final firework of summer, your phone falls into the fire It’s the last act of a dying cellphone Last call of a desperate man [Chorus] Empty wine bottles in my room When I wake up I think of you It’s our grand finale Empty wine bottles in my room When I wake up I think of you It’s our grand finale [Bridge] It’s the last act of a dying cellphone Last call of a desperate man A strange sense of relief Strange sense of relief [Chorus] Empty wine bottles in my room When I wake up I think of you It’s our grand finale Empty wine bottles in my room When I wake up I think of you It’s our grand finale