Sam Duckworth - Better Things lyrics

After shows all the time, meet the band, do a line Hotel room, double bed, empty s** and then regret Kiss and tell, *I'll* tell a friend, so and so would like to spend *More* time in my company, thinks he could fall in love with me And I'm sorry and I hope you don't mind It's just it's getting late and I'm feeling tired And I've got better things to do tonight Than cultivate your vacuous desires Three days later there's no texts *What* the hell did you expect He's only in it for himself For the money for the wealth A shallow kiss to fill a void A broken heart a lonely boy You took advantage of his pain *Took* his dignity for fame And I'm sorry and I hope you don't mind It's just it's getting late and I'm feeling tired And I've got better things to do tonight Than cultivate your vacuous desires