Rockstar Dream from Ghost World by Ghost World

Rockstar fantasies put on hold again
My excuses turn to rust
Spent time pretending I would fit in with those other schools
All the things I wish I kept away from you

Lost in your babble shut me up and out of strangers arms
Burnt cigarettes measured my pacing into ash and charm
I wouldn't even know a sober guard
But it's times like these I wish you stayed

To and from I wasted all your time
But I still thought

You're right
When all that's left to break it down and try
To find
A way to bite my tongue and carry on


No more words to make up all our time
But I still thought

You're right
When all that's left to break it down and try
To find
A way to bite my tongue and carry on
You're right
That everything would work out if I
Just find
A way to bide my time

New town, inbound, and indecision rings
Wrapped in a scenery of make-belief
Accept the lows, don't turn to other years
You'd say it's time, to shut my fucking mouth

• Rock
• Los Angeles