I'm Sure I Don't Need My Medication Today

Maybe it's the angle of the stage as I look to see you staring at me
or the glare of the lights in your cherry red Fender.
I'm pretty sure the flashing effects are just giving me epilepsy.

I can't help the way the speakers play tricks and your eyes deceive.
I'm sure that the color fakes a story just like Barbie's boobs fake Ken's attraction.
Don't blame me if the darkness reminds me that I'm alone and
when I see you there I can't help but think that isn't true anymore.

Whatever it is, there's no resignations for this career.
You can't walk back to make progress, or strum
backwards to make a beautiful chord.
So, as much as I hate to admit it,
I think I'm in love with a rock star.