You've got a whole lotta nerve and I'm in the mood for slashing

about losing your nerve and yourself when you're blinded by the spotlight...

You're unsure, debilitated,
all the hits just spin you- nauseated,
and all the while we're playing games and spending truths,
bet you're feeling special now and oh- so-beautiful

But all these lies are wearing thin,
gushing out, where do I begin,
You're the reaper for what you sew,
and I'm just a cameo in your fucked-up TV show

I've stuck the knife right in and I can tell you,
truth for truth and scar for scar,
this heart's big enough for two,
so twist that dagger deep and we'll laugh out loud on cue.

How'd you get too big for this relationship
sight-for-sore-eyes and sinking ships
a notch on your belt, a kiss and you'll tell it
this time you'll scream and you won't have to fake it.

I lost my final fight to disease
I feel that this is where it ends
I need that shot to enter my vein
My Brompton cocktail blend

I'm a hero, a poster boy for the slander,
So if the tabloid title fits, will you make me a matyr
of all the fame seeking ghosts,
The patron saint of bad notes and bed posts

The camera's too good at picking out the bad things,
and aren't we just the candidates for broken heart-strings,
They've appointed you the God-send,
and they've made me someone I can't stand.

But it ends tonight, I'll pull the cord,
From dancing in the spot-light
to the boot of my car.
What're you crying for baby?

I'm gunna make you a star.

© 2009 The Dark Passenger

Author's Note

Written for a competition: inspired by a lyric (again) :)
About a guy who couldn't quite stand the stress of the spotlight, the tabloids and the Hollywood made romance.