Better Things

After shows all the time, meet the band do a line.
Hotel room, double bed, empty sex and then regret.
Kiss and tell, well tell a friend, so and so would like to spend
more time in my company, thinks he could fall in love with me.

And I'm sorry and I hope you don't mind,
it's just it's getting late and I'm feeling tired.
And I've got better things to do tonight,
than cultivate your vacuous desires.

Three days later there's no texts
what the hell did you expect.
He's only in it for himself,
for the money for the wealth.
A shallow kiss to fill a void,
a broken heart a lonely boy,
you took advantage of his pain,
took his dignity for fame.