Verse 1:
Another Tuesday night, same scuffed-up shoes
I thought I'd get away, make a brand-new start
But I'm just here again, playing the same part.
The lanes are still the same, the pins still stand so tall
I'm throwing strikes and spares, heading for another fall.
My future's just a faded movie, a teenage scene
And I’m a monument to all the times I didn’t care.
Chorus:
Welcome to the last frame! A never-ending game!
Everyone you knew has gone, but you're shouting out their name!
This ain't a high school movie, it’s a never-ending reel
Of memories and failures, everything I try to heal.
Welcome to the last frame! Another strike, a shame!
You're searching for a fresh start, but everything's the same!
Verse 2:
I see the photos on the wall, dusty, yellowed faces
We were kings of this town, champions in these places.
But they've all moved on, and I'm still clinging to this fate.
I tried a different path, I packed my bags to leave
But all my dreams were just a bunch of pins I couldn't believe.
I'm just another regular, a ghost haunting this place.
Chorus:
Welcome to the last frame! A never-ending game!
Everyone you knew has gone, but you're shouting out their name!
This ain't a high school movie, it’s a never-ending reel
Of memories and failures, everything I try to heal.
Welcome to the last frame! Another strike, a shame!
You're searching for a fresh start, but everything's the same!
Bridge:
And they all told me I would learn to move on
That this feeling would be gone by the next dawn
But the sun comes up, and I’m still here, stuck inside this space
A ghost in this machine, a permanent disgrace.
Guitar Solo:
(A fast, melodic pop-punk solo, building in intensity.)
Chorus:
(Final chorus, louder and more desperate.)
Welcome to the last frame! A never-ending game!
Everyone you knew has gone, but you're shouting out their name!
This ain't a high school movie, it’s a never-ending reel
Of memories and failures, everything I try to heal.
Welcome to the last frame! Another strike, a shame!
You're searching for a fresh start, but everything's the same!
Outro:
(Music fades with a final, ringing power chord.)
(Whispered) "Welcome to my life..."
(Sound of a bowling ball rolling down a lane.)