Hey hey, I thought that you would call me Are you still kinda high? Coming down from the Molly? Oh, it's fine I ain't on anyone's mind And I know that I gotta have faith But it's kinda fucking hard at the end of every day Stuck in my mind Like all the time And some nights when I'm feeling suicidal I could reach for the gun, I could reach for the bottle But it's great At least, now I'm getting paid And it goes on and on and on It goes on and on and on And suddenly you're gone I'm out in LA with a Beverly Hills hottie The kind that wants to go and sniff the pills off my body Only knows me 'cause I wrote the song about the hotel lobby But trust me, all my wilder days are behind me I'm laying in bed at the Chateau With someone I saw on TV but I barely even know Small talk for a second then I gotta leave Walk out separate, you're famous, you can't be seen with me It goes on and on and on It goes on and on and on And suddenly you're gone I don't know if I would call it luck But I, I didn't make the twenty-seven club I'm twenty-eight So, y'all ain't gotta dig my grave Yeah, it goes on and on and on It goes on and on and on It goes on and on and on It goes on and on and on It goes on and on and on It goes on and on and on And suddenly you're gone