Last Chance Out (Acoustic)
Oh how I hate this town, the boredom I call home
How soon I won't be around I'm walking off on my own
This is my last ticket out, the only thing I care about
Is how I'm going to make this: My last chance out
This is my last chance out
I've scraped barrel bottom, shook blood dripping hands
Been at the ceiling and touched the glass, these four walls can collapse
So on my count break out 2 3 4
Oh how I hate this town, the boredom I call home
How soon I won't be around I'm walking off on my own
This is my last ticket out, the only thing I care about
Is how I'm going to make this: My last chance out
This is my last chance out
It's not a science I'd call sanity, living my life on a wing
I've got places to go and a person to be, I'm craving my niche for all you to see
Oh how I hate this town, the boredom I call home
How soon I won't be around I'm walking off on my own
This is my last ticket out, the only thing I care about
Is how I'm going to make this: My last chance out
This is my last chance out
I'm too far gone with my escape, watch as I take flight
I'm leaving behind my reality, carving out a new sanity
I'm healing in my last chance out
I'm healing in my last chance out
Healing in my last chance out
This is my last chance out
My last chance out
Last chance out
Oh how I hate this town, the boredom I call home
How soon I won't be around I'm walking off on my own
This is my last ticket out, the only thing I care about
Is how I'm going to make this: My last chance out
This is my last chance out
Writer/s: Thomas Mayo
