My serotoninâs rationed. Iâm coughing,
I kind of caught the blues
But you wonât catch me complaining
to the super or the moon
Cause the carrots gonna dangle
âtil the diamond is appraised
And all that talk made me feel rich, baby,
but tell me: who is gonna pay
For braces to make straight,
all that Colgate keep my white tooth-innocence
My smileâs in sad shape,
all the dead weight I got tired of carrying
Yeah itâs got me looking for a friend
or a crutch I can depend on
With this endless entertainment,
Iâm thinking the world is gonna end
And I live some nights convinced of it
but I keep waking up again
With my girl wrapped round my body
and a towel wrapped round my head
She says âYou passed out in the bathtub,
Angel, I thought that you were dead
Donât die on me, donât tread on me.
My love, my love is not the enemy
And you donât have to be no-ones biography
Yeah they try and write you down and hope you go crazy
So donât
Donât fall for that Christ-pain itâs about as passĂŠ as rock star arrogance
Tomorrows a new day but itâs the same face and youâll be wearing it
Now you donât have to be content but you do have to get on with it
