But all she's ever wanted to be is a rock star on Rage or MTV. But she knows that it's not fucking likely,
She knows that she will always be a rock 'n' roll nerd. She'll keep writing songs the world will never hear and though they won't be heard, she'll just keep writing.
But you see the problem is she always dreamt of being a star.
But she was convinced one day she'd rock their fucking asses, be an icon for the disenfranchised masses and grow her hair long, and rebel against the state.
But just for now that'd have to wait cause she's running late for his morning classes.
And she will always be a rock 'n' roll nerd. She'll keep playing gigs that no one knows about and though it sounds absurd she'll just keep playing.
But you see the problem is there's not much depth in what she's singing. She's a victim of his upper middle class upbringing. So she can't write about the hood or bling bling.
So she sits and imagines his boyfriend is dead, to try and invoke some angst in his middle class head, but the son of a bitch is always fine at half past nine, when they go to bed. And she's not spent a single night in prison, she has no issues with nutrition, she has no drinking problem, and no drug addiction...unless you count the drugs they put in chicken. And marijuana always tends to make her cough, she doesn't look good with her t-shirt off and when she tries to act tough you can tell she's trickin'.
While her mates all go out late popping pills and having fun, she goes home and showers and gets a good eight hours.
She gets his thrills from her morning run and while her mates all go on dates taking speed and drinking cans of Jim Bean she stays home and cooks. Curls up with a book
Cause she's never really been part of the scene, give her guns 'n' roses, she'll take Queen. She's more into Beatles than The Stones, she's more Stevie Wonder than Ramones. And she's never owned a panel van. She's never shot a Pantera fan. She doesn't know the difference between metal and thrash. She couldn't tell you nothing about Axel and Slash. She likes Ben Folds to the Jackson Five, she knows all the words to "Staying Alive". And though she wants to be all grungy and cool she spent eleven years in a private school.
So it don't matter how she tries she cannot hide behind his rock 'n' roll lies. Cause you've either got it or you don't. You'll either rock it or you won't.
He knows that his music lacks depth, but it just can't be helped. She has nothing interesting to say, so she writes about herself, but she doesn't want to seem self obsessed so she writes in third person in an attempt to seem more rock 'n' roll but she suspects it's not workin'. And deep in her heart she knows that he'll never be Silver Chair or Eskimo Joe. And even if she was quite pretty with small pants like Kylie, she knows that she
will always be a rock 'n' roll nerd.
She'll keep writing songs the world don't care about and though it sounds absurd, she'll just keep writing.
You can criticise her but she won't care. Cause she wants to rock, and she will never be deterred. But she'll always be a fucked up little, try-hard, wannabe rock 'n' roll nerd.