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