Strings

I'm the star of a book you wrote before

Your career was illustrious

Though only renters and college kids skimmed through

Skipped through to the end to see if you

Got help from someone there up on high

Who may have heard the beacon's faint cry:

"I could do things for you, I can do things for you"

All the reasons I always dreamed of school

I just dropped out and left them there

It was always the fabulous stain on

On my reputation for opening doors

And selling arts and crafts from the floor

Lately I notice much no more

We've been waiting for you

We've been waiting for you

I'm not like you, I'm done restating

Teen beat fears of bright lights fading

You learn to wean yourself off of it

[I'm not like you, I'm done restating

Teen beat fears of bright lights fading]

You learn to wean yourself off of it

Did some orphan's lament get heard one night

Pinball through moons and time