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