He's my friend but he's no friend to me
Ask him why, he'll tell you casually
Washed up, bitter, broken, busted
Backstabbed everyone he [bad word] 
Says he sees what no one else can see
And if I had half his guts I'd want it
To chase that [bad word] 
Die young in the dark; that's poetry
But it was not to be, it was not for me

He's always sad but I've never seen him cry
When [bad word] to, sure he'll apologize
Find his car, assess the damage
Still [bad word] but he likes the challenge
Hold on to his mind just like a kite
But a good strong wind will keep you honest
Fill you with [bad word] knowledge
Things when we were young we never tried
Just figured we had time with such a long life

Money clips, alligator shoes
One more dance, he's in that champagne room
She moves like a chocolate fountain
Pouring, spilling all around him
Makes him wonder what else she can do
How bittersweet is love's illusion
Feelings that cannot be proven
 [bad word] me, you'll see, my aim is [bad word] 
I've done this all for you, I've suffered long for you

So many times he's tried to play it straight
Worked and worked until his body ached
But a brand new life can lose its lustre
Troubles tend to find each other
Call it luck or you can call it fate
But either way it's how it happens
Not the life that you imagined
So just go out with a bang like Hemingway
Some will say you're brave
Some will say you ain't