Part-time dreamer, hunt for the trigger
Round trip to sadness, things you'll do for a little bit of madness
Splice of guilty pleasure, smoke, sink, and paper
Sorry, but I have to go, there's someplace I gotta be
And I don't wanna lie to you no more
Her words on a piece of paper
Written in a black bold pencil
Hanging on my refrigerator
Surprise, Lise, there's no surprise
You should've known better
She'll leave you the moment she said
You can try, baby, you can try
But like stubborn gold
Hope is fueling love
I'm still climbing, standing proudly
Telling to everybody, go ahead and rob me
So I've got nothing left to say
I've got nothing left inside me
