Kid In Demand

There’s something to be said about a Kid In Demand

With a chip on his shoulder and a pen in his hand

Writing words to make you shake

To make you think, or bend, or break

Down every single word he sold you

Don’t you dare forget who told you that

Might let you drop

Because it was too hot to touch

Came on a little too strong

It was a little too much

So I keep telling every story

I’ll keep biting every bait

And I’ll remind you every time

That it’s a little too late… night

It’s time to burn out bright

All that, I can say

It always seems to come out this way

Now that I, I can’t stay

I hate(or aim[?]) this disappointment

Forever count me in

Because I’m too afraid to forfeit

And I’m getting tired in my sleep(or I live and die on my sleep/sleeve[?])

Watch me fake it until we make it

I’ll be anything but believe

There’s something to be said about a Kid In Demand

With a spotlight on his shoulders and a mic in his hands

Singing words to scream

To make you push, or jump, or dream

That you are anywhere but here

Just let it dream until you’re near that

Might let you drop

Because it was too hot to touch

Came on a little too strong

It was a little too much

So I keep telling every story

I’ll keep biting every bait

And I’ll remind you every time

That it’s a little too late… night

It’s time to burn out bright

All that, I can say

It always seems to come out this way

Now that I, I can’t stay

I hate(or aim[?]) this disappointment

Forever count me in

Because I’m too afraid to forfeit

And I’m getting tired in my sleep(or I live and die on my sleep/sleeve[?])

Watch me fake it until we make it

I’ll be anything but believe

We’ll burn you like a candle

Light you up every time

We’ll tear your every picture

Knock you out with our punch line

You drop us, top us, floor us

Write our words for us

Every single line

And every single chorus

We are the kings who hit their all time low

Pop rock body with a punk rock soul

The comeback story they never stop writing

The kid’s pulled from the fight but he never stops fighting

We’ll burn you like a candle

Light you up every time

We’ll tear your every picture

Knock you out with our punch line

You drop us, top us, floor us

Write our words for us

Every single line

And every single chorus

We’ll burn you like a candle

Light you up every time

We’ll tear your every picture

Knock you out with our punch line

You drop us, top us, floor us

Write our words for us

Every single line

And every single chorus

We are the kings who hit their all time low

Pop rock body with a punk rock soul

The comeback story they never stop writing

They pulled the kid from the fight but he never stopped fighting