Rolling Stone

Things aren't making sense Think I'll blame our ignorance People say we live the dream But flying high ain't what it seems 9AM, we're still awake Had a show, and got here late But all the comfort and emotion feels fake Oh, maybe we should just go home All the city-hopping got us feeling just a little bit alone We can't even tell what day it is, think we need a break Just a rolling stone with a bright white smile on the front page Fortune and fame don't seem to change anything Rags to the riches, I still feel the same thing Ain't it mad how much time flies? Liquor on liquor, a quicker suppression Cash overflow like a brand new recession Anything to make a compromise Oh, maybe we should just go home All the city-hopping got us feeling just a little bit alone We can't even tell what day it is, think we need a break Just a rolling stone with a bright white smile on the front page Tired of all the same conversation Running out of false accusations Call me a snitch Well, it takes one to make one Call me a b---- But you better keep the lights on AA still banging at my door Started in bed, but I woke up on the floor Run a little dry, need a refill Go take a chill pill Oh, maybe we should just go home All the city-hopping got us feeling just a little bit alone We can't even tell what day it is, think we need a break Just a rolling stone with a bright white smile on the front page