Some nights I dream of fighting with my fists
Some days I want to wake up not knowing where I am
But some little punk is telling me that's not who I should be
So I'm going to make sure he knows I have a problem with him
Is the story worth telling about a boring little chicken out man
Sitting in his home town just wondering when?
Is the story worth telling if my heart's not beat and broken
Left in all the places that I've ever been?
I just want to have a rock star legacy
I just want to be like Lou Reed or Jimmy
But that's not me
I just want to be a fight club kinda guy
I just want to give some asshole a black eye
But that's not me
I know that's not me cuz
My skinny arms tire too easily
My passive nature forces me
To apologize if you look angry
But I know that's not me
I'll go out of my way to agree
Even if inside you're killing me
I can take what you dish so easily
My Push over state of mind is aggressively
Making me feel less interesting
Here's to my beta male mentality
Shutting me up and keeping me clean
I will never have a rock star legacy
I will never be like Lou Reed or Jimmy
Just let me dream
I will never be a fight club kinda guy
I may never give some asshole a black eye
That's okay with me
I can't fight but I can scream
That's enough for me
I don't care if you're listening
I just need a moment to clear my brain