Hello spectator; farewell serenity.
I could shout less,
but then you'd just talk over me,
and I need attention.
"I'm just another kid with a guitar,"
and if you're searching for a light,
don't expect me to spark.
I will soon die out,
my voice will give in.
I'll get a real job,
dream of where I've been.
While you're comfortable,
I'll be catching up,
contemplating death
when I've wasted life long enough.
I was seventeen when I invested love
in this make-believe
life turned to cluster-f***,
but I'm in good company;
I've got that at least,
so I'll make my impression
in hopes you'll remember me.
But if there's light behind the storm,
I'll never halt progression.
I will live past all misfortune
and deplete all adolescence.
Having deep poetic heart,
lacking all poetic fame,
I'll keep clandestine for eternity,
and no one will speak my name.
I could shout less,
but then you'd just talk over me,
and I need attention.
"I'm just another kid with a guitar,"
and if you're searching for a light,
don't expect me to spark.
I will soon die out,
my voice will give in.
I'll get a real job,
dream of where I've been.
While you're comfortable,
I'll be catching up,
contemplating death
when I've wasted life long enough.
I was seventeen when I invested love
in this make-believe
life turned to cluster-f***,
but I'm in good company;
I've got that at least,
so I'll make my impression
in hopes you'll remember me.
But if there's light behind the storm,
I'll never halt progression.
I will live past all misfortune
and deplete all adolescence.
Having deep poetic heart,
lacking all poetic fame,
I'll keep clandestine for eternity,
and no one will speak my name.