Grand Finale - The Front Bottoms

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

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

Empty wine bottles in my room

When I wake up, I think of you

It’s our grand finale

Drugstore, twenty-four hour market

We’ll go before we see

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

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

It’s the last act of a dying cellphone

Last call of a desperate man

A strange sense of relief

Strange sense of relief

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