All in all, it's a curse
This will be the last one, swear
From time to time, I like to go out
Maybe just to see who's there
I'll be the one to hold back your hair
Sweet dreams in the parking lot
Feel like you don't belong
Only if I go to get bent
What did you want me for
Somebody to ignore
Hell if I know how to be a friend
The pulse inside the brain
That's sending me out for fame
Feels just like that shooting star I've been before
All in all, it's a curse
This will be the last one, swear
I'll be the one to hold back your hair
Sweet Dreams in the parking lot
Feel like you don't belong
Only if I go to get bent
What did you want me for
Somebody to ignore
Hell if I know how to be a friend
Sending me out for fame
Sending me out for fame
Sending me out for fame
Sending me out for fame