Lyrics:

Twisted little daydreams
Memories with pain
Locking me behind the closet door
I will be a good boy
Promise I won't run
Sit quiet in my room
Playin' with my toy gun

Now I'm older, but the memories
Still eat me like disease
Alone in the darkness
Watching you on my TV
Why did God make you so famous
When He only spit on me?

I wanna bathe in your light
I, I wanna be on the news
If I take your life, it's nothing personal
Just a boy and his toy gun
Dying for attention
Mh-hm

Sitting on the steps
The sun is sinking low
And the world gets very quiet
The street lamps start to glow
I step out and I raise my gun
Time just seems to slow

For a moment, I can see myself
Trapped in your reflection
I'm angry and I'm lonely
And I'm dyin' for attention


I wanna bathe in your light
I wanna be on the news
If I take your life, it's nothing personal
Just a boy and his toy gun
Dying for attention, mh-mh
Dying for attention

Do, do-do-do
Do, do-do-do
Mama