you got stars in your eyes that I’ve never heard about

so secure of yourself but I got you all figured out

all the things I want to fix that make you useless without

from a dream to a poem to a wish that is now a doubt

I got all these mixed feelings that Miss Grant introduced to me

a dream that I bought with the change of who I’m meant to be

this idea of love I have no idea what it means

I’m just all the things that you would make me want to believe

and anything is more likely than this wish to come true

so I write these stupid songs that I’ll never show to you

if you could feel what I do and go through all that I’ve been through

but you can’t, and never will, and there’s nothing I can do

not even let you know

because what if they knew...

my blue rockstar

keep selling the dream

keep holding my hand until the day that we meet

keep feeding the beast you don’t know exists

it’s not over until I say that it is

someone convince me