Something Special
Growing up slowly, I could hardly wait
Had a book in each hand, a heart hungry for praise
Tell me I'm good, make my fucking day
Tell me I'm funny, make me feel ok
Growing up lonely, I could only play (play)
At being somebody's VIP someday (day)
Tell me I'm pretty, pick me for your play
Tell me I'm clever, give me what I crave
I'm just a heartbeat
In the back seat
I'm just a dead dream
Behind a black screen
You just wanted to be something special, didn't you?
You just wanted to win all the medals, didn't you?
And now your body's showing up the pain like cellophane
And there's a feeling written in your face, a hurricane
Growing up angry, I was on my way
Chan in each ear, a job I fucking hate
Tell me I'm talented, I need a break
Tell me I've got it, all to throw away
I'm just a heartbeat
In the back seat
I'm just a dead dream
Behind a blank screen
You just wanted to be something special, didn't you?
You just wanted to win all the medals, didn't you?
And now your body's showing up the pain like cellophane
And there's a feeling written in your face, a hurricane
If I only had more time, then I would
And if I only had money, then I could
I'm sick of saying what I think, that I could
Maybe the truth is that I can't
You just wanted to be something special, didn't you?
You just wanted to win all the medals, didn't you?
Had a book in each hand, a heart hungry for praise
Tell me I'm good, make my fucking day
Tell me I'm funny, make me feel ok
Growing up lonely, I could only play (play)
At being somebody's VIP someday (day)
Tell me I'm pretty, pick me for your play
Tell me I'm clever, give me what I crave
I'm just a heartbeat
In the back seat
I'm just a dead dream
Behind a black screen
You just wanted to be something special, didn't you?
You just wanted to win all the medals, didn't you?
And now your body's showing up the pain like cellophane
And there's a feeling written in your face, a hurricane
Growing up angry, I was on my way
Chan in each ear, a job I fucking hate
Tell me I'm talented, I need a break
Tell me I've got it, all to throw away
I'm just a heartbeat
In the back seat
I'm just a dead dream
Behind a blank screen
You just wanted to be something special, didn't you?
You just wanted to win all the medals, didn't you?
And now your body's showing up the pain like cellophane
And there's a feeling written in your face, a hurricane
If I only had more time, then I would
And if I only had money, then I could
I'm sick of saying what I think, that I could
Maybe the truth is that I can't
You just wanted to be something special, didn't you?
You just wanted to win all the medals, didn't you?
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Writer(s): Benjamin Jackson, Kyla Bowen La Grange
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