Hey hey, I thought that you would call me

Are you still kinda high? coming down from the molly?

Oh, it's fine

I ain't on anyone's mind.

And I know that I gotta have faith

But it's kinda fucking hard at the end of every day

Stuck in my mind

Like all the time.

And some nights when I'm feeling suicidal

I could reach for the gun, I could reach for the bottle

But it's great

At least, now I'm getting paid.

And it goes on and on and on

It goes on and on and on

And suddenly you're gone.

I'm out in la with a beverly hills hottie

The kind that wants to go and sniff the pills off my body

Only knows me 'cause I wrote the song about the hotel lobby

But trust me, all my wilder days are behind me.

I'm laying in bed at the chateau

With someone I saw on tv but I barely even know

Small talk for a second then I gotta leave

Walk out separate, you're famous, you can't be seen with me.

It goes on and on and on

It goes on and on and on

And suddenly you're gone.

I don't know if I would call it luck

But I, I didn't make the twenty-seven club

I'm twenty-eight

So, y'all ain't gotta dig my grave.

Yeah, it goes on and on and on

It goes on and on and on

It goes on and on and on

It goes on and on and on

It goes on and on and on

It goes on and on and on

And suddenly you're gone.