What's Next

Busted for the way I live
Coasting in the worst outfit
God said: What's next?
What's next? Oh, could you give it a rest?
Frightening, they're not scared
I'm a fallen star and you've got to leave me now
'Cause I just let you down

I've been taking up your precious zone again
But nothing's in the way

I'll be the drugs you're taking
You be the soul I'm wasting
Listen, I'm counting out the years, not full, dishonest
And living as a lost arrow
Please go, 'cause what do I know?

Posted on the windowsill
Five-star pills and God's not real
I spent the worst of it
Waltzed in asking for your lemon stepped upon
'Cause I know while I'm late, I'm left something
When you decide to let me in