I don't ever want to meet you You're like porcelain And I think it would crack If I found you were a brat Stay perfect Stay perfect
Nothing's as disappointing And I don't want to be disappointed Cause I'm just some kid you'll think about maybe in passing But you're like my passion. For real But distance is a lot less stress And how you do what you do's still an uneducated guess I bet you'll think I'm crazy But I think you're just a little bit amazing Maybe...maybe I want to be you baby Oh, I simply can't resist my imagination No amount of patience Validates my preoccupation Let me say this: You look better famous
(Alph-a-bit) Ahem Dear superhero whom I look up to from afar Cause you're of a whole other galaxy I know you might find this shit so bizarre: I rather we never had to meet, had to speak I think I know who you are in my imagination But not to sure about reality You're a superstar, with that glow one has to be But you come across brighter in a magazine Shine much more on a plasma screen If that don't wake me like a bad dream Sad scene like Mufasa in that stampede Exactly why this calls for my evacuation Before this conversation paints the picture That my mind has painted Faded Cause it can get complicated to recognize you're idol's tainted Damn, is that a facelift? Cause you look better famous
Have you ever met somebody who was perfect til you met them? I have
Compositores: Patrick Martin Stumph (BMI), Tristan Samuel Taylor (ASCAP)Editores: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Sony/ATV Songs LLC (BMI)ECAD verificado obra #5218607 em 21/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM