It used to make me so addicted,   I shopped around for all I found   I gate-crashed everywhere I found some, and even traded in my soul   I used to be predictable, I knew what came and in which order   I cheated, stole and killed for some, and even traded my heart      Last chance for a serenade, last chance for a welcome home   You know it's never gonna get any better      A 1000 years of reckless living, a serenade that came too late   I guess I must have tripped over, the very things that I held dear      Well it's not the end just yet, I'll take my chances that I'll be fine   No it's not the end just yet