when i was 4 years old, a piano tuner told my mom that i have perfect pitch
that was my last-ditch effort, to get some sort of acknowledgement that in your esteeming eyes, my work might have some sort of merit
CHORUS: but the silence told me what i already know i�ll never be more than a back up singer in someone else�s show a karaoke queen in the dive-bar scene singing above the noise for the horny drunk boys
putting my own melodic twist on other�s words, classic over time beer-soaked emotions pouring through hoping you can hear between the lines
my own words hide away, inside notebooks and wordfiles, away from critical view confidence is lacking in anything i create it�s so much easier to interpret what�s already tried and true
CHORUS: because the silence told me what i already know i�ll never be more than a back up singer in someone else�s show a karaoke queen in the dive-bar scene singing above the noise for the horny drunk boys
BRIDGE: my tone is pure, and i sing on key the part that�s mostly lacking is me perfect pitch can only get you so far if you�ve got nothing to say, how can you be a star?
CHORUS: my silence has told me what i already know i�ll never be more than a back up singer in someone else�s show a karaoke queen in the dive-bar scene singing above the noise for the horny drunk boys