Your monologue ain't done yet
How can I really object?
I know you're your favorite subject...
House party, working the floor
Wide smiles, a wink, a 10-4
Mere moments from the big score
Breathed all the smoke you blew me
Sat through the whole damn movie
But it ain't the same one you see
With each new boast, reminders of
The things about yourself you love
And every table that you wait
Just one more step to your big break
Hop down to San Diego
Stiff-armed wherever we go
Still feels the same to you, though
Ten bars from here to your place
Ten laughs, ten drinks in your face
Ten minutes gone, some new chase
Keep swiping right to scratch that itch
Pretend she's smart, pretend you're rich
The first impression's where you shine
And if you believe it, it ain't lying
And now you're moving up
And now you're looking good
And now you make your play
And now you take it away
Wish I could slide like you do
Cold facts just bounce right off you
Pure confidence with no clue
I should be writing off my bets
But just like any good trainwreck
No one can tear their eyes away
Until they see that piper paid
And now your car's in hock again
Been cut by all your so-called friends
Still you'll survive unchanged somehow
Yeah, that same shit you're into now
It's never enough