Obsessed
They called me obsessed
for everything I did;
The endless hours driving
just to listen to you sing;
In a world that leaves you numb,
you always made me feel something;
Now on the main stage;
The headliner,
high above where you used to play;
Still wearing the same smile
in front of twenty thousand
that you did when it was twenty;
Connection through obsession
A festival known around the world
will soon get to experience your voice;
The one it took me an instant to fade into;
Everything I’ve done? I’d do it all again;
Now when you hit that stage
they’ll understand
your melody impossible to forget,
and never again will I be called obsessed.
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