Good & Gone [Explicit]

I have searched for you
In the darkness of a dozen dingy dance floors
In countless queues in cafes in the suburbs
In the bed clothes of a thousand stranger's bedrooms
And I have yearned for you
In the airless hubs of international airports
In the hollow hell of many hundred hotels
In the solitary stillness of the early hours
I still do
Sometimes the things you need
Are right back where you started from
So fuck you Hollywood
For teaching us that love was free and easy
For dressing all our daughters as princesses
Gulling us with tales of happy endings
Fuck you Mötley Crüe
For charming us with access and with excess
For telling tales that leave out all the dark sides
Bringing out the lowest drives in everyone
Oh fuck you
Sometimes the things you need
Are right back where you started from
Sometimes the things you need
They hang around a little while
Then they're good and gone
If I could just have a second try
I'd take the second call you made that night
Find myself an airport, find a credit card
Find a flight or something
Head back to the start
Sometimes the things I need
Are right back where I started from
Sometimes the things I need
They hang around a little while
Then they're good and gone
Yes, they're good and gone