Tell Me (The Way It Ends)

 2009, Rie Sinclair, BMI

Tell me, tell me how it’s supposed to end
We'll make, we'll make the most of it to just be friends
Stuck in delusional happiness
Like a silent charade

Ohhhh, I was illiterate only between the lines
You were pretending and said, "It'll be alright"
Everything else is just trial and failure and success
Slipping through our hands
But that's the way it ends


You're on your own, you fall apart, and no one knows
It’s all, it’s all a million miles
From where you started to go
Staring at obvious space it’s getting late and
I’ve got nothing to say

The station's emptying out at the end of night
You are amusing and I can't make up my mind
Everything else is just trial and failure and success
Slipping through our hands
But that's the way it ends