Fame
I must have got lost or confused somewhere along the way
Because I found myself peddling someone else's vision
One, I never set out to convey
I guess I longed for that intense injection of success and fame so much so that when it came
I let it carry me away
Upon reflection, that longing wasn't from self
It was to snuff the doubt in everybody else
And like any situation where you find yourself
Somewhere you wasn't supposed to be
I got out and so here I am now
Knowing what you're not is easy
Knowing what you are, what you stand for, that's the hardest part of all
So I went back to the start
Back to the boy staring up at the posters on his wall
He had every Adam Sandler DVD, even the ones that no one's seen
Every I Made An album because he loved the sleeves
He loved that the guitars made his ears bleed
He loved that the vocals were sung so he could hum along to the melodies
He loved that with 20 quid in his pocket, he felt like he had everything
He didn't have to tax and insure his skateboard
Didn't have to save up for months to spend the whole summer down the park and he never got bored
Hold tight with Dre Parkman, having said this
He did spend a fortune at the ice cream van, shit
I feel like Peter Pan, reunited with the lost boys
And a state of nostalgic adolescence to discover who I truly am
The creative cloud clears from above
And I feel like I can start writing again
Not because I have to or because it's what I do
But because it's what I love, love, like Forrest loves Jenny
Like Zack loves Jessie, like Homer loves a telly
And so for like Kel loves orange soda
The creative cloud clears from over my head
And I feel like I can start dreaming again
Dreaming, like Garth and Wayne, Sloth and the Goons
Del Boy and Rodney, Freddy got fingered in his cartoons
And if I end up working in the cheese sandwich factory for the rest of my life
Well, the joke's on you because I love cheese and sandwiches
I work hard like Billy Madison did in first grade
Practice like David Beckham practised down at the Ridgeway
Yep, the same park I learnt to kickflip, he learnt to kick a ball
That shit's inspirational and I'm inspired by my younger self
The boy staring up at the posters on his wall
Because I found myself peddling someone else's vision
One, I never set out to convey
I guess I longed for that intense injection of success and fame so much so that when it came
I let it carry me away
Upon reflection, that longing wasn't from self
It was to snuff the doubt in everybody else
And like any situation where you find yourself
Somewhere you wasn't supposed to be
I got out and so here I am now
Knowing what you're not is easy
Knowing what you are, what you stand for, that's the hardest part of all
So I went back to the start
Back to the boy staring up at the posters on his wall
He had every Adam Sandler DVD, even the ones that no one's seen
Every I Made An album because he loved the sleeves
He loved that the guitars made his ears bleed
He loved that the vocals were sung so he could hum along to the melodies
He loved that with 20 quid in his pocket, he felt like he had everything
He didn't have to tax and insure his skateboard
Didn't have to save up for months to spend the whole summer down the park and he never got bored
Hold tight with Dre Parkman, having said this
He did spend a fortune at the ice cream van, shit
I feel like Peter Pan, reunited with the lost boys
And a state of nostalgic adolescence to discover who I truly am
The creative cloud clears from above
And I feel like I can start writing again
Not because I have to or because it's what I do
But because it's what I love, love, like Forrest loves Jenny
Like Zack loves Jessie, like Homer loves a telly
And so for like Kel loves orange soda
The creative cloud clears from over my head
And I feel like I can start dreaming again
Dreaming, like Garth and Wayne, Sloth and the Goons
Del Boy and Rodney, Freddy got fingered in his cartoons
And if I end up working in the cheese sandwich factory for the rest of my life
Well, the joke's on you because I love cheese and sandwiches
I work hard like Billy Madison did in first grade
Practice like David Beckham practised down at the Ridgeway
Yep, the same park I learnt to kickflip, he learnt to kick a ball
That shit's inspirational and I'm inspired by my younger self
The boy staring up at the posters on his wall
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Writer(s): Eddie Brett
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