Mary, what looked like a mirage Made of glimmering silver in sunken eyes
It was actually there in the palm of my hand But your existence is widely debated ♪ I'm godless and wrecked But I can't live by those stakes The semantics are totally outdated
And the love I had is never enough It bores me and and leaves me frustrated
I'm the last to make it home ♪ I'm the last to call it off
I'm the last to meet my bed And last to bring home the bread And last to make it home ♪ Mary, you were online The sociopathic part of me ♪ Hit the 'like' In the hopes I'd coax you out of my derelict fantasy ♪ A bump in the road Turned into a fissure I currently live in ♪ Though I am a soundboard to some With myself I am not so forgiving
I'm the last to make it home ♪ I'm the last to call it off ♪ I'm the last to meet my bed And last to bring home the bread And last to make it home I'm the last to make it home
I'm the last to call it off ♪ I'm the last to meet my bed Last to bring home the bread Last to make it home Mary, looked like a mirage Glimmering silver in sunken eyes