After shows, all the time Meet the band, do a line Hotel room, double bed Empty sex and then regret Kiss and tell, well tell a friend So-and-so would like to spend More time in my company Thinks he could fall in love with me And I'm sorry, and I hope you don't mind It's just, it's getting late, and I'm feeling tired And I've got better things to do tonight Than cultivate your vacuous desires ♪ Three days later, there's no texts What the hell did you expect? He's only in it for himself For the money, for the wealth A shallow kiss to fill a void A broken heart, a lonely boy You took advantage of his pain Took his dignity for fame And I'm sorry, and I hope you don't mind It's just, it's getting late, and I'm feeling tired And I've got better things to do tonight Than cultivate your vacuous desires ♪ And I'm sorry, and I hope you don't mind It's just, it's getting late, and I'm feeling tired And I've got better things to do tonight Than cultivate your vacuous desires