My serotonin's rationed. I'm coughing,

I kind of caught the blues

But you won't catch me complaining

to the super or the moon

Cause the carrots gonna dangle

‘til 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 smile's in sad shape,

all the dead weight I got tired of carrying

Yeah it's got me looking for a friend

or a crutch I can depend on



With this endless entertainment,

I'm 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 “You passed out in the bathtub,

Angel, I thought that you were dead



Don't die on me, don't tread on me.

My love, my love is not the enemy

And you don't have to be no-ones biography

Yeah they try and write you down and hope you go crazy



So don't

Don't fall for that Christ-pain it's about as passÃÆ'© as rock star arrogance

Tomorrows a new day but it's the same face and you'll be wearing it

Now you don't have to be content but you do have to get on with it