American Idol

you say good start

i say perfect ending

this world has no heart

and mine is beyond mending

wiping down menus

of food i can't afford

if this is my destiny

then why am i so bored?

chorus

am i suicidal?

or am i hungry?

american idol

get the hell off my tv

can't write songs

as well as you

can't play guitar

the way that i want to

i can sense the future

in this pennsylvania night

it is sealed for my protection

but if i can pick my poison, i just might

chorus

breaking up is hard to do

but waking up is harder

i had plans, and they fell through

now i'm back to beg and barter

chorus