I've been all around the world
And guess what?
It's all the same
You could see it all
From the window of the plane
And I've had so many flings
And been burned by so many flames
Guess what?
A twin bed
Is plenty of space
At the end of the day
And the truth is I lied
When I said I was fine
I'm so happy
I think I might cry
And the money comes and goes
It's kinda fun sometimes I suppose
If you can forget
That it's just paper
And all the fine things and fancy clothes
Are just fine things
And fancy clothes
Never forget
They're just dust collectors
At the end of every day
And the truth is I lied
When I said I'd be fine
I'm so happy
I think I might cry
I've got a good coat for my chills
And a good girl for my thrills
And a very good excuse
For my ills
And I've got almost too much time
On my hands
To kill
The truth is I lied
When I said I was fine
I'm so happy
I think I might die
I'm so happy
I think I might cry
