You Devil-may-care
Sleepy voiced rockstar
Are the answer to my problem

I had no answers previously
Nothing
Then you ordered me to make mistakes
And now I'm up for a Nobel Prize
I'm unwise

Your drunken gait
You're my prescription
To this affliction that caves my brain
Into a cavity of emptiness

Finally I'm feeling rotten and cool
It's better than being my Mama's fool
I'm ready to lose every virginity
I had left
Because you've made your music
My mind's address