Can't take in what they wrote,
The fine lines between both of these worlds,
They say no but we'll choose to rebel,
It's not a punishment but the casting of their spell,

Your smile tells more tales than a 10-dollar psychic,
And I know that love's your target,
But the dart you grasp is shy of sharp and a little limp for my liking,
There's still not a problem,
Your camera shy but still the star,
But I hope you know that fame fades and wears in time,
Kind of like that one pair of jeans that you sport so much,
You know, the ones that visit every boys apartment floor when its 15 after four,

I wish I could plant a bomb under the backseat of your car,
I'd set the time with such precision,
It'd explode before the next boy does inside of you,
Because being filled with joy just ain't your passion love,
It's not your passion love, its not,

Your axels nothing scant of dazzling,
But this judge's vote is partial,
Inclined because the gaze in your eyes plays some tricks on his,
Plays some tricks on his[x4]

But I'm not one that puts the good luck trophies on the shelf ,
And neither is the player thats spinning this record