Fifteen and wide eyed
flew to Cleveland on my own
met my buddy Brandon on the ground
Guns ‘n’ Roses
I bought their tape down at the mall
just two weeks after it came out
but B said; listen here is a song
with a different mood
it wasn’t Mötley or Aerosmith
but some english dude
it sounded sweet, it sounded rude
Strangeways here we come
I am such a phony
I always claim this is who I am
until I find another you
I gave up skating
looking for truth inside a cave
surfing the new wave, all I know is don’t know nothing
what I am is what I am
are you what you are?
I’m no bohemian like her
me, I try too hard
thought I loved her voice
thought I loved her wit
still I only sang that guitar
I’ve been listening to singers all along
looking for truth in the vocal booth
and heaven knows I’m miserable now
when words can’t tell you who you are
when you’re running out of choices
you don’t need the voices
just the weep of a guitar
I keep getting younger
man, I used to be so old
at least sometimes that’s how I feel
I miss Van Halen
I miss the fun, I miss the girls
and I don’t care if it’s not for real
things just haven’t been the same
since that suicide note
I don’t want a peak backstage
I want to get the joke
so while you burn out I fade away
into the days that used to be
