Verse 1

Lost in funny conversations with your best friends,

You don't see how I'm lost in the grin on your face.

One year till you graduate, one year since our end,

I'm anticipating our last goodbye these days.

Chorus

We're on the last page of this book,

And the next one isn't as good,

Because it doesn't feature you.

We're on the last stop on this road,

And now I don't know where to go,

We're on the last song, play it slow.

Verse 2

The fabric of your shirt feels so smooth in my fist.

We're in the middle of yet another play fight.

And in my head I picture the perfect first kiss.

And in my mind I know I'll cry again tonight.

Chorus

We're on the last page of this book,

And the next one isn't as good,

Because it doesn't feature you.

We're on the last stop on this road,

And now I don't know where to go,

We're on the last song, play it slow.

Bridge

Play it like a happy little drum roll,

And not like this melancholy violin.

Like we'll never stop being roadblocks,

And you'll never fade out of the scene.

Chorus

We're on the last page of this book,

And the next one isn't as good,

Because it doesn't feature you.

We're on the last stop on this road,

And now I don't know where to go,

We're on the last song, play it slow.