I don't wanna be ordinary
I wanna leave a little noise
where my silence used to stay
There's a guitar in the corner
and a head full of bad ideas
I've been talking to the ceiling
like the whole world's listening
on a wall I've never seen
sing a line I wrote at seventeen
Don't tell me to be realistic
I've been realistic all my life
Realistic never wrote the song
that keeps you awake at night
So let the neighbours complain
let the old men shake their heads
I'll turn every little failure
into something they regret
And if nobody remembers me—
with a colour nobody knows
and hear the room go quiet
Not because I'm dangerous.
Because they know the name.
Maybe I'll spend my whole damn life
chasing something that was never there
But I'd rather die exhausted
with a song inside my chest
Than live forever wondering
I've got something to say.
I've got something to prove.
that hasn't happened yet.
they're gonna remember it.