You never used to care for fancy new obsessions   You never used to have a reason to be bored   Now you indulge yourself with new ways of possession   Now you indulge yourself and your feelings are ignored   And you're coloring your life with too much spice      There was a time, there was a place, there was a reason   There was a situation comfortable for you   You've tasted everything in this here bag of season   But now you're bored and you've run out of things to do   And you're coloring your life with too much spice      You don't see anything your eyes are so revealing   They're sharply focused on looking for a thrill   You've turned so numb you never notice any feeling   Your thoughts are dead and you've still got some time to kill   And you're coloring your life with too much spice