everything s beautiful every day s a holiday the day you live without it everything changes up everything shifts and falls unless you care about it but you sit there in the darkness and you make plans but they re hopeless and you blame god when you re lonely and you ll call it fate when you show up too late and it s over here on the boulevard you were the golden boy a mix of brains and muscle that was a lucky break luck is a thing you make not just another hustle but you sit there in the darkness and you make plans but they re hopeless and you blame god when you re lonely and you ll call it fate and you show up too late and it s over cause nothing can wait forever they don t give unlimited chances in life they ll hand you the knife and tell you to cut it around so baby let s run baby let s run baby let s run cause everything s beautiful every day s a holiday but days are getting shorter the moon and the stars report the boulevard s last resort and now your last supporter  but you sit there in the darkness and you make plans but they re hopeless and you blame god when you re lonely and you ll call it fate when you show up too late and it s over