Get Cape. Wear Cape. Fly Better Things
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