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After shows, all the time

Meet the band, do a line

Hotel room, double bed

Empty sex and then regret

Kiss and tell, well tell a friend

So and so would like to spend

More time in my company

Thinks he could fall in love with me

And I’m sorry and I hope you don’t mind

It’s just it’s getting late and I’m feeling tired

And I’ve got better things to do tonight

Than cultivate your vacuous desires

Three days later, there’s no texts

What the hell did you expect?

He’s only in it for himself

For the money, for the wealth

A shallow kiss to fill a void

A broken heart, a lonely boy

You took advantage of his pain

Took his dignity for fame

And I’m sorry and I hope you don’t mind

It’s just it’s getting late and I’m feeling tired

And I’ve got better things to do tonight

Than cultivate your vacuous desires

And I’m sorry and I hope you don’t mind

It’s just it’s getting late and I’m feeling tired

And I’ve got better things to do tonight

Than cultivate your vacuous desires