Jet Lag

My so-called friends, where are they now?
I guess a love that bends isn't worth much anyhow.
They come and go, they talk their shit.
When I really need to know, all I get is spit in my eye.
The less I know, the better.
The faster I go, jetsetter.
I chase around the world, but I never get the girl.
I won't let it bother me.
I cut out any part of me that's been bruised and refused and misused or confused.
Some people wanna know all about my history,
But no one seems to care that it's not worthy.
But I talk so much as it were, that I made the local news.
The boy's got the magic touch, and he can't ever lose!
My present situation's no longer inspiration.
My precious generation is killing their time behind their backs.
I'm slipping through the cracks!
And it doesn't really matter if you won't have any part of this,
My scheme I've devised where my team is disguised.
And we seem like ordinary guys, but surprise!
I'm hardly phased anymore by your classless ways.
It takes more than that to amaze me these days.
I'm so messed up, never know what time it is.
Jet lag's the price to pay to play in showbiz, kid.
I stayed up late the night before.
I slept the whole way on the plane, and now, my neck is sore.