I must've started life with a checklist I took the rules and broke 'em in two I must've started life with a checklist And the first was not giving in like you You're burned out Asking which half is me You don't have to dress up It's not a fucking fashion show You don't have to kiss up I'm never going to go that low My life's my book It is the story of what i write My life's mine And no one said you could change what i write My life Too late, too soon My life Too late for you