I'm a bit too pop for the punk kids, but I'm too punk for the pop kids, I don't know just where I fit in, cause when I open my mouth I know nobody's listening, to the words of a prophet, who still can't turn a profit, cause I don't fit in with the in crowd, but I'm too Hollywood to go back to my hometown, cause they think that I'm famous, when I know I'm a fraud, who got too *** up on the finer things, to remember who he forgot, but I believe there's more to life than all my problems, maybe there's still hope for me to start again, get my feet back on the ground, and pull my head out of the clouds, I think it's time for me to figure me out, let's get back to the basics, and take it back to the basement, where I heard born to run for the first time, and I stared at my dad in the basement, he said son don't stop chasing rain and, keep pounding the pavement, so I'd much rather die trying to make something sacred, than live as another YouTube sensation, cause I hate that the famous, means something they're not, while I'm too hung up on the things I don't have to appreciate, what I got, but I believe there's more to life than all my problems, maybe there's still hope for me to start again, get my feet back on the ground, and pull my head out of the clouds, I think it's time for me to figure me out, cause it's time for me to figure me out, I believe there's more to life than all my problems, I just want to fall in love before I'm dead, so I can make my parents proud, I hope my feet don't fail me now, cause it's time for me to figure me out.