Your monologue ain't done yet How can I really object? I know you're your favorite subject... House party, working the floor Wide smiles, a wink, a 10-4 Mere moments from the big score Breathed all the smoke you blew me Sat through the whole damn movie But it ain't the same one you see With each new boast, reminders of The things about yourself you love And every table that you wait Just one more step to your big break Hop down to San Diego Stiff-armed wherever we go Still feels the same to you, though Ten bars from here to your place Ten laughs, ten drinks in your face Ten minutes gone, some new chase Keep swiping right to scratch that itch Pretend she's smart, pretend you're rich The first impression's where you shine And if you believe it, it ain't lying And now you're moving up And now you're looking good And now you make your play And now you take it away Wish I could slide like you do Cold facts just bounce right off you Pure confidence with no clue I should be writing off my bets But just like any good trainwreck No one can tear their eyes away Until they see that piper paid And now your car's in hock again Been cut by all your so-called friends Still you'll survive unchanged somehow Yeah, that same shit you're into now It's never enough