Is this where the interstate ends?
In coastal towns like this
Waiting for my world to cave under
We seem to invent ourselves in the places left unknown
If hope could only find me out

Is this the end of everything we know (we know)?
This is the end of everything I am

Is anybody out there?
Hello, hello
Broken hearts like promises
Are left for lesser knows
Is anybody out there?
Alone, alone
Because the coldest winters thrive

Depression is an unholy ghost
In the coastal towns ahead
Though I know a thousand names,
I seem my only friend
I’ve got the gun,
All I need is ten cents for the bullet

I feel helpless, sleeping...