Open your weary eyes to the world and finally see   All that I can do is look at you and hope I don't collapse   From the aching pains and Saturdays of lifelessness   You know you've got a lot to give but only when you see it through   Yeah, the jobless, heartless wonder with the powdered lips   You've got a lot of nerve coming back   If I wrote a book, then you'd be the hook that draws my readers in   The story I'll tell is sure to sell like a paperback novelty   Start running, you can make it through the back door   What's this? Your eyes are looking red and you can't stop shaking your head as if you're hiding something   Watch me as I decide your future with a simple choice of words and a stab to the front   Yeah, the jobless, heartless wonder with the powdered lips   You've got a lot of nerve   If I wrote a book, then you'd be the hook that draws my readers in   The story I'll tell is sure to sell like a paperback novelty   Is the smoke in your lungs quite enough to make you feel like royalty?   Because when the match burns out, you will have nothing left to hold you up   Then i'll be there to clean up your mess   If I wrote a book, then you'd be the hook that draws my readers in   The story I'll tell is sure to sell like a paperback novelty