Spit shined, word to the wise Running into trouble as I run to the light Nothing really matters, living in the shadows Don't forget to breathe a little Bullseye, stereolized Don't forget we're lucky if we get out alive Grass is never greener, time ain't no redeemer Pull yourself together, Mr. Man Think fast, nothing lasts Only thing that matters is what you leave in the past Try to find some meaning, hearts are made for beating Think I'll stick around 'cause there's something to believe in And as you get a bit older Cash in the chips on your shoulder The honeymoon is over The honeymoon is over Too high, ladder to climb Kill me with a whisper as you're twisting the knife Cut a little deeper, feels a little sweeter You know I don't really give a damn