This is our season of regretYour adolenscent dreams of 
fame
Tracing your autograph on a polished bar
Didn't get you very far
All pop, no star
No this should have been your rags to riches
Instead of detox wards and stitches
Left all the luxury of drinking under the stars
And sleeping in your car
All pop, no star
And when the shaking stopped you could be all star, no 
pop
Spinning in your bed like a suicide in my head
Whenever I want you around
Your ghosts will always come
They'll always drag me down
As fallen heros go, you know you are the one without some 
pointless gun
No fun
Didn't get you very far
All pop no star
We love you as you are
All pop, no star.