Poster Child by The Wildwoods

Go and be something, you’ve got it in you.
They told you you were special, but you fit in like any old shoe.
Life was simple, and so easy.
The colors were bright and vibrant, being yourself was such a breeze.

How often do the echos resound?
You're covering your ears, still, it’s too loud.
You’re running out of chances to be wild.
You burnt out ex-poster child.

I’ll lay with you, with open eardrums.
We’ll laugh at the ceiling, conjure the feeling til’ the morning comes.
The judge and jury, at your own trial.
Why are you hiding? Open your eyes and we’ll be still for a while.

Beware of the wolves in your mind.
Howling at the moon you’ve left behind.
You’re running out of chances to be wild.
You burnt out ex-poster child.

Jump in your car.
Go somewhere far away.
Turn the radio off, be alone in your thoughts.
Hit the gas, pray to God you'll never turn it around.

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