This is our season of regret   Your 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.