Waiting in line for your happy ending
Blinking away the blood from your eyes
And what is the point of being embarrassed?
And what is the point of living a lie?
We're the last in a long line
We're the last in a long line
Meanwhile outside the magnolia opens
Petals are plucked and flung to the floor
What is the point of sitting in silence?
And what is the point of hiding at all?
We're the last in a long line
We're the last in a long line
We're the last in a long line
The last in a long line