GUTS
I don't wanna be
I don't wanna be your rockstar
Rockstars always die too young
Learned to never bite my tongue
Chain links and cop cars
Their dreams are not like ours
Out of reach
Ours aren't too far
Stains of our past pour the bleach
Been thinking bout it
For the past few weeks
I don't wanna be your rockstar
Rockstars always die too young
Learned to never bite my tongue
Small towns and shooting stars
Your dreams are not ours
Who said it wouldn't be hard
Stains of our past pour the bleach
Been thinking bout it
For the past few weeks
I don't wanna be your rockstar
Rockstars always die too young
Who are you to say whats wrong or right
Paint a target on your head red and white
Like the bones exposed
Locked out on this cold cold night
Yea the door is closed
But I'm a shoe in
Cruising the movements
I don't wanna be your rockstar
Rockstars always die too young
I don't wanna be your rockstar
Rockstars always die too young
Who are you to say whats wrong or right
Paint a target on your head red and white
Like the bones exposed
Locked out on this cold cold night
Yea the door is closed
But I'm a shoe in
Cruising the movements
I don't wanna be your, your rockstar
Paint a target on your head red and white
Like the bones exposed
Locked out on this cold cold night
Yea the door is closed
But I'm a shoe in
Cruising the movements
I don't wanna be your rockstar
Rockstars always die too young
Learned to never bite my tongue
Chain links and cop cars
Their dreams are not like ours
Out of reach
Ours aren't too far
Stains of our past pour the bleach
Been thinking bout it
For the past few weeks
I don't wanna be your rockstar
Rockstars always die too young
Learned to never bite my tongue
Small towns and shooting stars
Your dreams are not ours
Who said it wouldn't be hard
Stains of our past pour the bleach
Been thinking bout it
For the past few weeks
I don't wanna be your rockstar
Rockstars always die too young
Who are you to say whats wrong or right
Paint a target on your head red and white
Like the bones exposed
Locked out on this cold cold night
Yea the door is closed
But I'm a shoe in
Cruising the movements
I don't wanna be your rockstar
Rockstars always die too young
I don't wanna be your rockstar
Rockstars always die too young
Who are you to say whats wrong or right
Paint a target on your head red and white
Like the bones exposed
Locked out on this cold cold night
Yea the door is closed
But I'm a shoe in
Cruising the movements
I don't wanna be your, your rockstar
Paint a target on your head red and white
Like the bones exposed
Locked out on this cold cold night
Yea the door is closed
But I'm a shoe in
Cruising the movements
Credits
Writer(s): Clayton Reynoso
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