Rock Star

You send who you are

On an elvis postcard,

And i like the way you write your r's

On my little dreams....

Don't know what to say

That'll make you want to stay

That voice is clear as day

So close,

If it wasn't so far away....

Can't you see

What you are doing to me?

How long can i wait?

Call it chance or call it fate

But something in the lights,

I felt calling me here,

Calling me here....

Mister big shot man

Decices to call his star-struck fan

He's so nice, and he's such an asshole

All at once....

Isn't being a rock star fun?

Can't you see what this is doing to me?

Well don't mind me,

I'm just your nobody,

Nobody....