Rockstar
So here we are again, back to square one, back before we got to phase four,
I'm leaning away from you, trying to pass by the awkward tension,
But it's just not working out as well as I had planned, you're not following the rules.
You're coming into my bubble, invading my space, hugging me very so often,
And every time I turn around you're there making me go off and talk to you about something I did.
But honey you and I both know that everything I'm doing isn't that bad at all.
And I see you standing over there with that girl, just a few days after me,
Letting lies slip out that ugly mouth that just keeps on blurting out all these things I don't
want to hear.
You don't notice my awkward stance, how my eyes avert to someone else, how I keep it
simple and don't want to be found.
What's wrong with you hun? You just can't take a hint? Honey, trust me, it ain't that hard.
And all those little boys and girls are screaming "I just wanna be a rock star!"
But none of them know the hardships of the drugs and the booze.
That all kind of reminds me of you. You're face is hazy, and I'm so glad I don't got to deal with you.
This could all be a lot worse if we were famous and in all the little magazines.
It might even get a front page headline, having all of teenage society know what an ass you really are,
But would you even care? I highly doubt it. You're kinda conceited, kinda like a rock star.
Honey I hate to break it to you, but rock stars are good in bed, rock stars are much prettier than you, rock stars, yeah them rock stars, are even better than you.
Do you realize this? Again I don't think so, you're off in your own little world where you don’t think about other people.
So take you're little wannabe rock star dream and turn away from me. I'm not crawling back to your face.
You're holding on to that girl but I know it's not going to last, honey you're the heartbreaker in all the stories,
Someday a girl is gonna come along and take you by surprise, saying "Boy you're overrated, go play in fifty mile an hour traffic."
You'll smile and shrug it off, thinking she's just kidding, I hope I'll be there to see you're face when realization hits.
The shock on you're face will be priceless, let's catch it on film and put it in cyberspace,
How many kids would pay to see it happen? How many kids will laugh until they cry?
I'd bet all my money on it all, because honey you aren't as cool as you may think.
So stop on being arrogant, stop saying all that stupid shit, it won't get you anywhere in this superficial shallow world.
And all those little boys and girls are screaming "I just wanna be a rock star!"
But none of them know the hardships of the drugs and the booze.
That all kind of reminds me of you. You're face is hazy, and I'm so glad I don't got to deal with you.
This could all be a lot worse if we were famous and in all the little magazines.
It might even get a front page headline, having all of teenage society know what an ass you really are,
But would you even care? I highly doubt it. You're kinda conceited, kinda like a rock star.
Honey I hate to break it to you, but rock stars are good in bed, rock stars are much prettier than you, rock stars, yeah them rock stars, are even better than you.
Do you realize this? Again I don't think so, you're off in your own little world where you don’t think about other people.
So take you're little wannabe rock star dream and turn away from me. I'm not crawling back to your face.
So take back all those words you've said to me, we all know they ain't true.
You said you liked me and left me three days later cause you weren't ready for a relationship, don't lie to me, you got with her two days later!
I was just another rebound girl, even if you won't admit it, you didn't like me, you're just knew I wanted you so you used me.
You fucked with my emotions, what did I ever do to you?
Could you hear the sadness in my voice? See the tears that fell upon my face?
But honey, it's alright now because I've realized, I'm much too good for you.
That all kind of reminds me of you. You're face is hazy, and I'm so glad I don't got to deal with you.
This could all be a lot worse if we were famous and in all the little magazines.
It might even get a front page headline, having all of teenage society know what an ass you really are,
But would you even care? I highly doubt it. You're kinda conceited, kinda like a rock star.
Honey I hate to break it to you, but rock stars are good in bed, rock stars are much prettier than you, rock stars, yeah them rock stars, are even better than you.
Do you realize this? Again I don't think so, you're off in your own little world where you don’t think about other people.
So take you're little wannabe rock star dream and turn away from me. I'm not crawling back to your face. [X2]
I'm leaning away from you, trying to pass by the awkward tension,
But it's just not working out as well as I had planned, you're not following the rules.
You're coming into my bubble, invading my space, hugging me very so often,
And every time I turn around you're there making me go off and talk to you about something I did.
But honey you and I both know that everything I'm doing isn't that bad at all.
And I see you standing over there with that girl, just a few days after me,
Letting lies slip out that ugly mouth that just keeps on blurting out all these things I don't
want to hear.
You don't notice my awkward stance, how my eyes avert to someone else, how I keep it
simple and don't want to be found.
What's wrong with you hun? You just can't take a hint? Honey, trust me, it ain't that hard.
And all those little boys and girls are screaming "I just wanna be a rock star!"
But none of them know the hardships of the drugs and the booze.
That all kind of reminds me of you. You're face is hazy, and I'm so glad I don't got to deal with you.
This could all be a lot worse if we were famous and in all the little magazines.
It might even get a front page headline, having all of teenage society know what an ass you really are,
But would you even care? I highly doubt it. You're kinda conceited, kinda like a rock star.
Honey I hate to break it to you, but rock stars are good in bed, rock stars are much prettier than you, rock stars, yeah them rock stars, are even better than you.
Do you realize this? Again I don't think so, you're off in your own little world where you don’t think about other people.
So take you're little wannabe rock star dream and turn away from me. I'm not crawling back to your face.
You're holding on to that girl but I know it's not going to last, honey you're the heartbreaker in all the stories,
Someday a girl is gonna come along and take you by surprise, saying "Boy you're overrated, go play in fifty mile an hour traffic."
You'll smile and shrug it off, thinking she's just kidding, I hope I'll be there to see you're face when realization hits.
The shock on you're face will be priceless, let's catch it on film and put it in cyberspace,
How many kids would pay to see it happen? How many kids will laugh until they cry?
I'd bet all my money on it all, because honey you aren't as cool as you may think.
So stop on being arrogant, stop saying all that stupid shit, it won't get you anywhere in this superficial shallow world.
And all those little boys and girls are screaming "I just wanna be a rock star!"
But none of them know the hardships of the drugs and the booze.
That all kind of reminds me of you. You're face is hazy, and I'm so glad I don't got to deal with you.
This could all be a lot worse if we were famous and in all the little magazines.
It might even get a front page headline, having all of teenage society know what an ass you really are,
But would you even care? I highly doubt it. You're kinda conceited, kinda like a rock star.
Honey I hate to break it to you, but rock stars are good in bed, rock stars are much prettier than you, rock stars, yeah them rock stars, are even better than you.
Do you realize this? Again I don't think so, you're off in your own little world where you don’t think about other people.
So take you're little wannabe rock star dream and turn away from me. I'm not crawling back to your face.
So take back all those words you've said to me, we all know they ain't true.
You said you liked me and left me three days later cause you weren't ready for a relationship, don't lie to me, you got with her two days later!
I was just another rebound girl, even if you won't admit it, you didn't like me, you're just knew I wanted you so you used me.
You fucked with my emotions, what did I ever do to you?
Could you hear the sadness in my voice? See the tears that fell upon my face?
But honey, it's alright now because I've realized, I'm much too good for you.
That all kind of reminds me of you. You're face is hazy, and I'm so glad I don't got to deal with you.
This could all be a lot worse if we were famous and in all the little magazines.
It might even get a front page headline, having all of teenage society know what an ass you really are,
But would you even care? I highly doubt it. You're kinda conceited, kinda like a rock star.
Honey I hate to break it to you, but rock stars are good in bed, rock stars are much prettier than you, rock stars, yeah them rock stars, are even better than you.
Do you realize this? Again I don't think so, you're off in your own little world where you don’t think about other people.
So take you're little wannabe rock star dream and turn away from me. I'm not crawling back to your face. [X2]