A hundred nights of fun and games |
| A thousand empty glasses |
| I feel it change |
| And stay the same |
| As each day passes |
They invite me to their gatherings |
| In the finer parts of town |
| They seem attracted to my indifference |
| The irony just knocks me out |
And I love them as if I love them |
| And they reciprocate with "help" |
| But I look up at these mirrors sometimes |
| And I can't see myself |
They say that some are born to burn |
| And some are born to give |
| They say that people live and learn |
| Some people only live and live |
You don't know that I come here |
| But if you did, you would know why |
| So we close our eyes |
You didn't notice me |
| As I passed you on the stairs |
| How could you ever guess |
| Looking at my face |
| How closely I share your taste |
| How well I know your place |
| Even the clothes you wear |
| I've seen them when you're not there |
You say that you can win win win |
| If you know how to play the game |
| But while you're out there playing you see |
| There's something you should know |
| She spends your money |
| She spends your money on me |