The corners of your mouth say it all
They don't stretch as far as they used to
And those cigarettes taste sweeter than they did before
And then out of breath from closing another door
I'm so sick of inspiration
Can I trade it for a smile?
For a good time?
'Cause I've heard it all before and that's fine
Now I'm here for what's mine
Tip the bottle back, one more time
Go ahead, do another line
I've played this game before and I think it's time
Suede with a striped shirt, call it a tie
I'm so sick of inspiration
Can I trade it for a smile?
For a good time?
'Cause I've heard it all before and that's fine
Now I'm here for what's mine
And I'm taking it
I'm so sick of inspiration
Can I trade it for a smile?
For a good time?
'Cause I've heard it all before and that's fine
Now I'm here for what's mine
And I'm taking it
(Taking it, taking it, taking it, taking it)
