Lights out in Hollywood, the west coast is sinking
I don’t remember where I was or what I’ve been drinking
No shoelaces and holes in my feet because they like the way I move
And somewhere along this road I lost you

They say everyone gets their chance, and now I’ve got mine
The magazines all say I’m hot right now, but it’s just a matter of time
Maybe I’ll blow up and lose my mind, give them shit to talk about
They’ll all say I liked their old stuff before they sold out

In my fifteen minutes of fame they’ll know my name
But I’ll burn out just as fast as I came
Maybe I’ll die just before my prime so they’ll never realize
I never had it anyway
I never had it anyway

Maybe I’ll just fizzle out and go into rehab after touring Japan
And I’ll keep running as fast as I can, but the media machine is making demands
Maybe write a bunch of songs from a hotel bed, sell a million so they’ll call me brilliant
Clean up after a year or two, drop everything, try to find you

In my fifteen minutes of fame they’ll know my name
But I’ll burn out just as fast as I came
Maybe I’ll die just before my prime so they’ll never realize
I never had it anyway
I never had it anyway
I never had it anyway
I never had you anyway

© 2007 Morgan Foster