I admit that I have you let you down, honestly And I let myself save up your nightmares and cashed 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 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 line You've heard all my words Been there for every verse For this I listen till the day I die