I've blown it in every single way Screwed every single chance that came You're a super star in waiting for the silver screen Then the pressure came Swept away in a tidal wave Could be all of you, still awake at noon Blew my chances in a tragic flurry, sweeping apathy Buy all my food from the B.P store when the night kicks in I'm turning my back on everyone I've blown everything I've ever done
I've fucked it up, shot my load Spewed onto the motorway shoulder I could have been somebody special
I'm not such a tragic waste of space I could bring happiness to people Just one more greatest hits tour for the devotees The same old faces came They love their summer spectaculars By the grace of God could be up by noon And not a tragic waster but I can't stay focused for my apathy They could have bought me a brand new car and a house in France I've really blown it now Blew it all away on a whim
Sat on my own for far too long Things could have been so different now Life looks so confusing through my window bay Just to see a face, I'm really pleased when the gas man comes Could be all of you still awake at noon Blew my chances in a tragic flurry of apathy All my food from a B.P store when the night kicks in I've really blown it now Blew it all away on a whim
But I fucked it up, shot my load Spewed onto the motorway shoulder I could have been somebody special
All my life What I mistook for friendly pats on the back Were really the hands that pushed me further and further down The more I struggle, the less I achieve Deep, chlorine breath Minutes bleed into hours, bleed into days Something keeps me in this disinfected womb
We see things differently in daylight, I suppose I mean, everything is an excuse for something But my conscience is intact I can deny everything I'm waving into blind eyes
The beauty of a butterfly that turns into something new And I feel a new beginning The beauty of a butterfly that turns into something new And I feel a new beginning
So I go to work and smile And I'm happy with myself A brave face for my crowd Correcting all my faults With prescription medicine My trouble surges
The beauty of a butterfly that turns into something new And I feel a new beginning The beauty of a butterfly that turns into something new And I feel a new beginning
There is beauty on my own Where I gloss over my flaws At least I like to think I do Correct my errors and my faults To be someone who is appeased With who I am for
The beauty of a butterfly that turns into something new And I feel a new beginning The beauty of a butterfly that turns into something new And I feel a new beginning
Again, again
Right then, I have to make a choice I'm gonna start right over as another boy Just got to poke me, kick me off my arse Make it rhyme, make it bland, make it sell So she said
