All in all, it's a curse This will be the last one, swear From time to time, I like to go out Maybe just to see who's there I'll be the one to hold back your hair Sweet dreams in the parking lot Feel like you don't belong Only if I go to get bent What did you want me for Somebody to ignore Hell if I know how to be a friend The pulse inside the brain That's sending me out for fame Feels just like that shooting star I've been before All in all, it's a curse This will be the last one, swear I'll be the one to hold back your hair Sweet Dreams in the parking lot Feel like you don't belong Only if I go to get bent What did you want me for Somebody to ignore Hell if I know how to be a friend Sending me out for fame Sending me out for fame Sending me out for fame Sending me out for fame