Welcome To The End

Maren Morris

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Welcome to the end
Where you can come and lose some friends
We need your words, we need your brain
We can pay you for your pain
You throw up your heart for it
You might even get a hit

You say that you're gonna quit, but, bitch you won't
You could have gotten a degree, but now your name's on a marquee
You can't leave my place, 'cause you got nowhere to go
At least it'll be a hell of a show

Have you forgotten?
This is what you wanted
Have you forgotten?
This is what you wanted

It looks like you're doing okay
Though your mental health's in flames
But you love it, even at your lowest low
Yeah, this will be a hell of a show

Have you forgotten?
This is what you wanted
Have you forgotten?
This is what you wanted
Have you forgotten?
This is what you wanted
Have you forgotten?
This is what you wanted

Hm, a hell of a show