Last Chanse for a Serenade - Audrey Horne

It used to make me so addicted

I shopped around for all I found

I gate-crashed everywhere I found some, and even traded in my soul

I used to be predictable, I knew what came and in which order

I cheated, stole and killed for some, and even traded my heart

Last chance for a serenade, last chance for a welcome home

You know it’s never gonna get any better

A 1000 years of reckless living, a serenade that came too late

I guess I must have tripped over, the very things that I held dear

Well it’s not the end just yet, I’ll take my chances that I’ll be fine

No it’s not the end just yet