Old news, I feel like I'm just old news Still hung up on some teenage blues, like the story never ends Like who am I to try to take another bite Of the cherry if it's pie in the sky Oh but you don't know the shape I'm in It's never been bout money but reality's been setting in I'll learn to live off nothing oh despite all of my ambition Is hunger really such a sin, oh maybe I just need a win I try, I try to live another life Oh but I could not be satisfied with ordinary things I won't, I will not apologise for wanting the whole Fucking ride, and all the colour it brings One face for the rat race and I'm pasting all my war paint on Two faced for the slow pace and I'm caught up in the undertone The girls back home you used to know who say the show is really over Old news. If they say you're old news Well they're still talking about you, so I guess I you're still in I guess you're right on trend And everything old, is new again