You never used to care for fancy new obsessions

You never used to have a reason to be bored

Now you indulge yourself with new ways of possession

Now you indulge yourself and your feelings are ignored

And you're coloring your life with too much spice



There was a time, there was a place, there was a reason

There was a situation comfortable for you

You've tasted everything in this here bag of season

But now you're bored and you've run out of things to do

And you're coloring your life with too much spice



You don't see anything your eyes are so revealing

They're sharply focused on looking for a thrill

You've turned so numb you never notice any feeling

Your thoughts are dead and you've still got some time to kill

And you're coloring your life with too much spice