This is about a loser who let’s his mind wander and imagines that he’s a rock star. Based on… me.

Walked out with my shoes on
But someone stole my laces
I struck out yesterday
And still ran ’round the bases
Act like I’ve been stoned
To explain all my disgraces
But I’ve been more than clean
My life’s the one who’s wasted

Yeah, yeah, yeah

I shaved my head again
Hey mom, don’t I look handsome?
Left my sis at the mall
To see her throw a tantrum
Mumbling for half an hour
Just became my anthem
My mind just ran away with me
I’m held for ransom

Yeah, yeah, yeah

I wrote a hundred songs
But this one had no purpose
I’m like a year old cell phone
Always out of service
I know that I’ve been rambling
There’s no need to urge this
This here is aptly named
For it and I am worthless

Hmm, hmm, hmm

I broke my brand new drum set
When you cut its ribbon
Still got a song to play
Today I clapped the rhythm
Don’t beg your pardon
You will still be unforgiven
I tried to pick a fight
As my reason for livin’

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Last time I tried to sing
I forgot all my lyrics
Tried to ad-lib instead
No one wanted to hear it
Smashed my guitar upon the stage
To lift my spirit
Huge gap to reach the crowd from here
I hope I clear it

No, no, no

Booed and thrown off the stage
Before first intermission
Best concert that I’ve ever thrown
With no one listenin’
Had to snap back real fast
I hear my father bitchin’
Went back downstairs ’cause I
Forgot to clean the kitchen

Hmm, hmm, hmm…

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