When I was a little boy I said
I would see my name in the flashing lights
One way or another
I would picture everything in my head
I would see my name, it would shine so bright
A tribute to my brothers
I never asked to be an antisocial cover story
But now i’d trade my hopes for a couple of years of glory
Right now i’m probably sitting, thinking on my bedroom floor
Pondering if what I want is less or if it’s more
All I can say is i’m sorry for the pain i’ve caused
I just didn’t wanna fall again
It’s been a dream since 2018 resolved
But the writings on the wall again
Clothes have been around me since the last one came out
My microphone ain’t working all I wanna do is shout
My hat collections growing but my happiness is not
It’s hard to make an album when your confidence is shot
I never asked to be an antisocial cover story
But now i’d trade my hopes for a couple of years of glory
Right now i’m probably sitting, thinking on my bedroom floor
Pondering if what I want is less or if it’s more
The final hurrah, the end of the show
You might have enjoyed it but now i’ve got to go
Won’t hear me for a while, but i’ll be back in time
And be better than ever at the end of the line
I don’t really call what I do living
Spend most my time in bed, parents probably think i’m dead
I don’t really live this image i’m giving
Another one not worth of this planet we call earth
I never asked to be an antisocial cover story
But now i’d trade my hopes for a couple of years of glory
Right now i’m probably sitting, thinking on my bedroom floor
Pondering if what I want is less or if it’s more