The fear of a lull sits heavy in the forefront of my itching lungs
Shut the door
And the people keep screaming for more, more, more
Searching for you out in this crowd
Youre a sight for sore eyes
And mine are perfectly fine
I wish I knew how to respond
When he says anything, anything at all
And I promise you it's not your fault
He says, "you're alright" and I run right off
It's something I don't have
The door shuts and I'm selling out again
And I'm
Starting to believe
That maybe this isn't meant to be
I'll always be your opening act
I'll always be there in the back
And I don't know what else to do
I've poured out my soul, split up a life or two
But my mother can't ever buy me my masters
And my father he doesn't know, but I'm his favorite actor
Is this what it's always like
On the bridge while your car drives by
I can be your least favorite spotlight
Run a red, swerve the yellow lines
Just when I start to think, maybe this could work out
You decide to come around
And I try my hardest not to be this way
But how can I not at least be a little teenaged
Cause you get the girl, the deal, the benefits
And I'm sitting here wondering if I'm
Even worth it
And I'm
(I'm starting)
Starting to believe
That maybe this isn't meant to be
I'll always be your opening act
I'll always be there in the back
And I don't know what else to do
I've poured out my soul, split up a life or two
But my mother can't ever buy me my masters
And my father he doesn't know, but I'm his favorite actor
My parents can't buy me a record deal
Guess I'm stuck
"Doing it myself" out here
I can use layman's terms too
I can look a fool on stage too
They say misery loves company
So who's gonna visit me