Don't worry about me, I'll be just fine
Continue the seduction, as we're running short on time
Or is this just the beginning of your systematic accord?
A penchant for twisted luck, with a hum in my vocal chords

I'll raise my glass to vanity and all its subtle delights
In this dwindling hour
As the audience is spent and setting their clocks to waking arms
Hold that thought as I'll be with you in the morn'
Seize the day, but lose the girl
Working this curse to the bone
Never forget what you live for