I won't ever be the chosen one
I won't ever be the pretty one
With the clean tattoos and the unused shoes
That only get worn on stage
I won't ever be the sure thing
But I'm content being the pure thing
With my heart on my sleeve, while I sing like I breath
Fighting for what I deserve
I've got scars and demons
Forming feelings
I can't shake
I won't live forever
But i'm never
Going to change
Used to thinking like the underdog
They want digital, i'm analog
I could learn new tricks but I don't need fixing
Watch out for my bite
I've got scars and demons
Forming feelings
I can't shake
I won't live forever
But i'm never
Going to change
Call this a war cry, call this my manifesto
We'll never be accepted but we are still the best so
I'll keep laying bricks made of authenticity
Build up my own house unapologetically
Between you and me that's my name on the marquee
Unfiltered honesty is what the people wanna see
Keep your magic beans, I'll keep being me
There should be enough so that everyone can eat
This song is for my Pasadena family, the bastard suns and all the ones who ever dared to dream
8 weeks in a van towing something thats unique
Just to be subjected to industry critique
All the ones who care about the song more than the show
But had to call it quits before they had the chance to blow
The outcasts, the losers, the addicts and the freaks
The future of this shit will be taken by the meek