It's the guy from the one band
Cigarette in my left hand
Whole world in my right hand
Twenty-five and it's all planned
Night out and it's ten grand
Headlines that I can't stand
But you only get half of the story
The cash, and the cars, and the glory
No sleep and we party 'til morning
'Cause nobody cares when you're boring
I'm just like you
Even though my problems look nothing like yours do
Yeah, I get sad, too
And when I'm down I need somebody to talk too