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, *I'll* 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