I'm stuck at a day job that don't pay enough Getting shrunk off of my last buck Is as close as I've ever come to have won And my bed is a revolving door of strange men Let off, * me, board and get in high Is as close as I've ever come to have won And what I did, I romanticize Would be by twenty-five And I know late I'm stealing But how come I've run out of time? And my pals are making plans and playing house And I don't got a damn thing figured out So right now I'm as close as I've ever come to have won And what I did, I romanticize Would be by twenty-five And I know late I'm stealing But how come I've run out of time? Oh, I know late I'm stealing But how come I've run out of time?
