I’m dreaming of fame. Not gonna stay the same. It’s takin’ its course.
I’ll spend my New Year’s Eve on the floor, making future plans, starting an art school punk band.
I’ll study abroad. I won’t feel so bored. Make mama proud. I’m drinking cheap champagne on the floor, making future plans, becoming my number one fan.
I know I’ll never lose. Got a new shirt and some shoes. I’ll grow a beard to hide my fears from you.
I’ll start playing chess, learn the French defence. Just read King Lear. And now I’ll write a play, the modern Shakespeare. Sounds of endless cheer, remembered for thousand of years.
Wow, that sounds so fun! All the love and fame has just begun. I know, you know, I’ve already won.
