The Last of the Bugs* Lyrics
Ooh
Oh, everything you see out here will die
Oh, it's a matter of time
'Til it's fields of ice and reflector lights
'Til it's our town, mm
Anything you need, I can supply
A ride home or an alibi
I know the traffic light you can speed right by
'Cause the camera's down
I follow New York plates to the county line
Ignore 'em when they wave on 89
The minute that September hits
I'm going off my medicine
Late August angst and a pointless night
Oh, and the feeling of being half alive
For the first time in a long time
Album - The Great Divide (2026) By Gabe Simon & Noah Kahan
