You're gettin' high on your own supply

Oh, baby, you're still alive when you could've died, oh

The world is not around because of you

You know I'm not around because of you

You've got a mouthful of diamonds

And a pocketful of secrets

I know you're never telling anyone

Because the patterns they control your mind

Those patterns take away my time

Hello, goodbye

Wasted

You tell the truth when you could've lied

And troubles are on the rise 'cause you're in disguise, oh

And if it isn't me

Then pack your bags and leave

I wish I could believe blue devils won't take you back

Out to the salty sea

You've got a mouthful of diamonds

And a pocketful of secrets

I know you're never telling anyone

Because the patterns they control your mind

Those patterns take away my time

Hello

Goodbye

I wish I could believe ...