"NEGATIVELY STARR STREET"

 © 2012 Oliver John-Rodgers (OJR) 

You go to fancy clubs 

To make yourself feel important 

Pretend you're in the spotlight 

As you die slow in the corner 

'Cause even with all the coke 

You still manage to be so boring 

I dream sound in my sleep 

Even with your horrid snoring 

Oh, you think you got it 

But you don't 

Oh, you're just a phony 

You say my wish for fame 

Is so shameless, that I'm whoring 

But when I make it to the top 

I'll have sun above your storming 

You say my wish for fame 

Is so shameless, that I'm whoring 

But when I make it to the top 

I'll have sun above your pouring 

Oh, you think you got it 

But you don't 

Oh, you're just a phony 

Don't you know?

And if this sounds

At all out of line

Don’t you ever forget

That night in July

Not for this wrath

Do I apologize

No, I’m only sorry

For giving you my time