They ask you why
You've never tried
They let you win
And make you ill
They let you spend
Like one of them
They make you choose
Your way to lose
They make you pay
To the last day
They make you weep
Till you can't sleep
They make you cry
Before we die
They let you know when it's time to go
I don't feel empty
I own you nothing
If you alleviate my conscience
I will try to a**ume vanity
And if you tolerate my dissidence
I will drink to my futility
And then to you maybe
And then to you maybe
And then
I don't feel empty
I own you nothing