Looking For A Good Time

If heavens where your soul gets fed*
Then your hell is an empty bed
But it’s never hard to keep it full
There ain’t too many arms you have to pull
‘Cause you think that you’re getting love
But they know they’re just getting some
And deep inside you know it’s true
But you don’t dare believe it, do you?
Do you?
You just lay it down like a quarter on the railroad track
If it sticks to that wheel you’re never gonna get it back
It won’t do you no good to change your mind
Because it already feel off somewhere down the line
And now all the boys call you when they’re looking for a good time
Looking for a good time
These days they call it casual
Well, that just means they leave when they get full
And they say you’re cool ‘cause you don’t care
But in the morning you always cry if they’re not there
And they’re never there
And you think if they could only see me now
But I swear they’d do it anyhow
Beause they’ll say anything to play the part
But they don’t give a damn about your heart
Your heart
You say you never tell the boys how bad you need it
But every scream is your prayer
You say, «I love you» and then you swear you didn’t mean it
Beause you both agree this would go nowhere
Someday I hope that you get tired
Of waking up with thieves and liars
'Cause one day you’ll go searching in your soul
For every little part of you they stole
Oh yeah
And you won’t