I’ve got bad dreams from the broken wedding rings
That you keep under your pillow while you sleep
And there’s open spaces
Blank faces
And we search for answers on the street

Oh, there’s no one left to call
Nothing much to say
I’m pretty sure the world is gonna end today
Drink up one last whiskey
Head to dance
Baby, this is our last chance
Baby, this is our last chance
 [bad word] 
So, gimme whatcha, gimme whatcha got
Tonight
Pack of cigarettes
Baby, I’m your light
Gimme whatcha, gimme whatcha, gimme whatcha can
I’m the last pretty girl
You’re the last decent man

I’ve got broken heart pieces swimming in my bed
Broken conversations floating in my head
let down little mermaid trying to find air at the top
Pretty sure this spinning world’s about to stop
So I cover up in glitter
Head to dance
Baby, this is our last chance
Baby, this is our last chance
 [bad word] 

When the world is on fire, but your heart is on ice
It’s hard to know what’s wrong and what’s right
But if you wanna feel your blood burn
Get to the floor
Scream to God, “I wanted more!”
More hurricanes, snowstorm, rain in my face
More midnights jogging, dizzy dancing at your place
life of fame and fortune and the star on some show
Now it’s almost over, almost time to go-oh
Go-oh, go-oh, go, oh, oh, oh
 [bad word] 

So, gimme whatcha, gimme whatcha got
Tonight
Pack of cigarettes
Baby, I’m your light
Gimme whatcha, gimme whatcha, gimme whatcha can
Baby, this is our last chance
Baby, this is our last chance