One, two, three, one, two, three
One, two, three, one, two, three
I admit that I have let you down, honestly
And I let myself save up your nightmares to cash in your dreams
I can hide behind this pen and observe from here
And throw my stones knowing that the end is near
But you are the one and I don't care if we have a dollar
I wander through life with no purpose in mind like a sheep
And I find solitude in what others can do from afar
I am selfish, indulgent, dependent, but free
No time for your problems, means more time for me
This could be the hit song, you keep telling me
I'm not listening
It's boring to me
But since art has become free
I do not have the passion I once had
Too many dollars short
And so close to a divorce
I'm running out of ways to kill the bad
But all that I need
Is right in front of me
A drink, a pen, a smoke, a pill, a lie
You've heard all my words
Been there for every verse
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