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