Open your weary eyes to the world and finally seenAll that I can do is look at you and hope I don't collapsenFrom the aching pains and Saturdays of lifelessnessnYou know you've got a lot to give but only when you see it throughnYeah, the jobless, heartless wonder with the powdered lipsnYou've got a lot of nerve coming backnIf I wrote a book, then you'd be the hook that draws my readers innThe story I'll tell is sure to sell like a paperback noveltynStart running, you can make it through the back doornWhat's this? Your eyes are looking red and you can't stop shaking your head as if you're hiding somethingnWatch me as I decide your future with a simple choice of words and a stab to the frontnYeah, the jobless, heartless wonder with the powdered lipsnYou've got a lot of nervenIf I wrote a book, then you'd be the hook that draws my readers innThe story I'll tell is sure to sell like a paperback noveltynIs the smoke in your lungs quite enough to make you feel like royalty?nBecause when the match burns out, you will have nothing left to hold you upnThen i'll be there to clean up your messnIf I wrote a book, then you'd be the hook that draws my readers innThe story I'll tell is sure to sell like a paperback novelty