I'm starting to think that in my endless quest for attention Instead of chasing after slammed doors & second chances My time would be better spent with those who stuck around.
But this may just be the euphoric recall of a man addicted to heartbreak so much that he keeps going back to the same abusive dealer, the same dealer of abuse in the hopes that the rush of his first love being ripped away will come flooding back
And sometimes I think I'd be better off famous Because people would be paid to love me And all those who scorned me before would come bearing gifts at my feet and I would shun them, and they would thank me for my precious time.
'Cause that's all it comes down to, How much time you have & who to spend it with Time is the world's currency; It's priceless. And when I finally prove my worth -When I'm finally worth your time- Will you finally spend it on me?