Rock Star

you send who you areon an elvis postcard,and i like the way you write your r'son my little dreams....don't know what to saythat'll make you want to staythat voice is clear as dayso close,if it wasn't so far away....can't you seewhat you are doing to me?how long can i wait?call it chance or call it fatebut something in the lights,i felt calling me here,calling me here....mister big shot mandecices to call his star-struck fanhe's so nice, and he's such an assholeall at once....isn't being a rock star fun?can't you see what this is doing to me?well don't mind me,i'm just your nobody,nobody....