City Lights
And when the buzzing bright
Soaring sound of city lights will groove
A street is found in night
Sitting, staring, waiting for your next move
I don't got it all lined up for me
I'll make the bed
If you make the sheet
I'll clean my room if it's the only thing I can do
But I wanna be
More than just a concert at the school
More than just the feel of feeling cool
I wanna be what's inside me
But I gotta be not what's quite me
And when the buzzing bright
Soaring sound of city lights will groove
A street is found in night
Sitting, staring, waiting for your next move
You're the artist here
Scissors cutting, haven't touched the glue
But at the heart it's fear
Sprouts aren't budding, nothing you can do
Why won't the line catch up to me?
I'll cut ahead
So do not forget me
I'll change my mood
If what I do is what I can chew
But I wanna be
More than just a community play
More than just my friends knowing my name
I wanna be what's inside me
But I gotta be
Not what's quite me
And when the buzzing bright
Soaring sound of city lights will groove
A street is found in night
Sitting, staring, waiting for your next move
You're the artist here
Scissors cutting, haven't touched the glue
But at the heart it's fear
Sprouts aren't budding, nothing you can do
Soaring sound of city lights will groove
A street is found in night
Sitting, staring, waiting for your next move
I don't got it all lined up for me
I'll make the bed
If you make the sheet
I'll clean my room if it's the only thing I can do
But I wanna be
More than just a concert at the school
More than just the feel of feeling cool
I wanna be what's inside me
But I gotta be not what's quite me
And when the buzzing bright
Soaring sound of city lights will groove
A street is found in night
Sitting, staring, waiting for your next move
You're the artist here
Scissors cutting, haven't touched the glue
But at the heart it's fear
Sprouts aren't budding, nothing you can do
Why won't the line catch up to me?
I'll cut ahead
So do not forget me
I'll change my mood
If what I do is what I can chew
But I wanna be
More than just a community play
More than just my friends knowing my name
I wanna be what's inside me
But I gotta be
Not what's quite me
And when the buzzing bright
Soaring sound of city lights will groove
A street is found in night
Sitting, staring, waiting for your next move
You're the artist here
Scissors cutting, haven't touched the glue
But at the heart it's fear
Sprouts aren't budding, nothing you can do
Credits
Writer(s): Sage Balboa
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