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 as far as we complete
I do not have the passion I once had
Too many dollars short
And supposed 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