I must've started life with a checklist   I took the rules and broke 'em in two   I must've started life with a checklist   And the first was not giving in like you      You're burned out   Asking which half is me      You don't have to dress up   It's not a fucking fashion show   You don't have to kiss up   I'm never going to go that low      My life's my book   It is the story of what I write      My life's mine   And no one said you could change what I write      My life   Too late, too soon   My life   Too late for you