The Front Bottoms – Grand Finale Lyrics

[Verse 1] 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

[Pre-Chorus] 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

[Chorus] Empty wine bottles in my room
When I wake up I think of you
It’s our grand finale

[Verse 2] Drugstore, twenty-four hour market
We’ll go before we see

[Pre-Chorus] 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

[Chorus] 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

[Bridge] It’s the last act of a dying cellphone
Last call of a desperate man
A strange sense of relief
Strange sense of relief

[Chorus] 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