I've got a pretty good thing going on these days
I've got a gig that pays for all
The sound waves coming through the bedroom floor
And the passage through the door
I leave the real smooth shit to my partner here
You see he's got nothing left to fear
Except maybe reflections and what they have in store
But he don't buy mirrors no more.
I'll let my emeralds fade
My eyes won't feel the same
And I'll forget your name
It's for the best
It's for the best
I'll let my emeralds fade
Your eyes won't feel the same
I'll hate who you became
It's for the best
It's for the best