I've grown quite accustomed to the messnTo all the sleepless nightsnOf which I don't quite really remembernBut whatever, it's all the samenYeah, cause right about nownnAll my girlfriends are breaking up with menAnd all my good friends, yeah, they're selling me outnOh, so what if I'm a burnout, baby?nYou don't gotta celebrate itnnThe writing's on the bahtroom wallnBut i dont think I could read itnAt least not, not in my conditionnBut whatever, it's all the samenYeah, cause right about nownnAll my girlfriends are breaking up with menAnd all my good friends, yeah, they're selling me outnOh, so what if I'm a burnout, baby?nYou don't gotta celebrate it nnI'm sending a telephone messagenFor human ears to bearnWe're goin to rock n roll heavennI hope to see you therenI really hope to see you therenI really hope to see you therennCause I've grown quite accustomed to the messnTo all the sleepless nightsnOf which I don't quite really remembernBut whatever, it's all the samenYeah, cause right about nownnAll my girlfriends are breaking up with menAnd all my good friends, yeah, they're selling me outnOh, so what if I'm a burnout, baby?nYou don't gotta celebrate it