Phantom Planet

It's showing in your face
You're out night after night
Came with a hungry heart
Losing my appetite
The hours just keep passing by
And I start wondering
About the hole that you became
And how I keep falling in
Now without stopping
It's too much too often
Out of the cradle
And into the coffin
You're going to get
Down and out on the double
If it starts with attraction
It ends up in trouble
It looks like theatre seats
Around an open bar
I see the clientele
For who they really are
Just people chasing parties
Like a few we've had before
And when this evening's over
Oh we'll still just want for more
Now without stopping
It's too much too often
Out of the cradle
And into the coffin
If you should fall
They'll sweep you under the table
And where will you be then?
It's too much too often
After the after hours
What was sweet turn so sour
Are you tasting the bitter end?