Twisted Little Daydreams
Memories with pain
Locking me behind the closet door

I will be a good boy
Promise I wont run
Sit quite in my room
Playing with my toy gun

Now I'm older but the memories
still eat me like disease
Alone in the darkness
watching you on my tv
Why did God make you so famous
when he only spit on me

I want to bathe in your light
I want to be on the news
If I take your life
its nothing personal
Just a boy and his toy gun
dying for attention

I'm sitting on the steps
The sun is sinking low
The world gets very quiet
as the street lamps start to glow
I step out and I raise my gun
time just seems to slow

For a moment I can see myself
trapped in your reflection
I'm angry and I'm lonely
and I'm dying for attention

I want to bathe in your light
I want to be on the news
If I take your life
its nothing personal
Just a boy and his toy gun
dying for attention

Dying for attention

Mama