Rehearsed Mannerisms

I wanted to steal the moon for you But I'm just a regular guy Trying to impress you with rehearsed quirks And funny lines With this accent from some other place That I made up on my way to see your face. Girl, I thought I had a real chance But your eyes say I'm just another ghost in the dance Spent my whole high-end vocabulary To find out I'm just an extra in your story. And the world revolves around your All-Stars While I rehearse my lines and hide behind cars So this is it, it’s sad, like a song on the radio Driving useless circles in a parking lot show I strike a pose, I make some noise Trying to be one of your favorite topics, boys. You smoke a cigarette I don’t even know the name And my confidence goes down in a losing game I talk about bands you’ve never heard of before To look "cult", but I’m just hitting the floor You laugh at my way, call me "weird" and "strange" And I lose my ground, feel I’m out of your range. You don't need the moon, I know it’s a cliché I just wanted a minute of your time today No more accent, no more character! Without this fear, without this armor! And the world revolves around your All-Stars While I rehearse my lines and hide behind cars So this is it, it’s sad, like a song on the radio Driving useless circles in a parking lot show I strike a pose, I make some noise Trying to be one of your favorite topics, boys. Rehearsed mannerisms... An accent from some other place... Thought I had a chance... But I think I'll just... Walk away.