It used to make me so addicted I shopped around for all I found I gate-crashed everywhere I found some, and even traded in my soul I used to be predictable, I knew what came and in which order I cheated, stole and k**ed for some, and even traded my heart Last chance for a serenade, last chance for a welcome home You know it's never gonna get any better A 1000 years of reckless living, a serenade that came too late I guess I must have tripped over, the very things that I held dear Well it's not the end just yet, I'll take my chances that I'll be fine No it's not the end just yet