Kid In Demand

There's something to be said about a Kid In DemandWith a chip on his shoulder and a pen in his handWriting words to make you shakeTo make you think, or bend, or breakDown every single word he sold youDon't you dare forget who told you thatMight let you dropBecause it was too hot to touchCame on a little too strongIt was a little too muchSo I keep telling every storyI'll keep biting every baitAnd I'll remind you every timeThat it's a little too late… nightIt's time to burn out brightAll that, I can sayIt always seems to come out this wayNow that I, I can't stayI hate(or aim[?]) this disappointmentForever count me inBecause I'm too afraid to forfeitAnd I'm getting tired in my sleep(or I live and die on my sleep&sleeve[?])Watch me fake it until we make itI'll be anything but believeThere's something to be said about a Kid In DemandWith a spotlight on his shoulders and a mic in his handsSinging words to screamTo make you push, or jump, or dreamThat you are anywhere but hereJust let it dream until you're near thatMight let you dropBecause it was too hot to touchCame on a little too strongIt was a little too muchSo I keep telling every storyI'll keep biting every baitAnd I'll remind you every timeThat it's a little too late… nightIt's time to burn out brightAll that, I can sayIt always seems to come out this wayNow that I, I can't stayI hate(or aim[?]) this disappointmentForever count me inBecause I'm too afraid to forfeitAnd I'm getting tired in my sleep(or I live and die on my sleep&sleeve[?])Watch me fake it until we make itI'll be anything but believeWe'll burn you like a candleLight you up every timeWe'll tear your every pictureKnock you out with our punch lineYou drop us, top us, floor usWrite our words for usEvery single lineAnd every single chorusWe are the kings who hit their all time lowPop rock body with a punk rock soulThe comeback story they never stop writingThe kid's pulled from the fight but he never stops fightingWe'll burn you like a candleLight you up every timeWe'll tear your every pictureKnock you out with our punch lineYou drop us, top us, floor usWrite our words for usEvery single lineAnd every single chorusWe'll burn you like a candleLight you up every timeWe'll tear your every pictureKnock you out with our punch lineYou drop us, top us, floor usWrite our words for usEvery single lineAnd every single chorusWe are the kings who hit their all time lowPop rock body with a punk rock soulThe comeback story they never stop writingThey pulled the kid from the fight but he never stopped fighting