shoot something into my veins
maybe a smile
maybe something deadly
I'm falling apart to make sense to me

make it big
or make it something the pious pray for
make it a miracle
or make it something they'll never cure
I'm dying to be famous
and you're killing to get my attention off you
keyboard brains and late night hearts can never get enough of this

take myself out to get you off my mind
maybe sunshine
there are hundreds with the same idea as me
all of us are just looking for attention

windows down
winter air never felt so lonely
despite the company of snow flakes
I wish they were cold drinks in our summer