Front Row Metric

[Bridge]
I'm in the front row with a bottle
Don't know what I can't decide
I'm in the front row, I'm a model
Don't know what I can't describe

[Chorus]
Burnout stars, they shine so bright
All of us
Burnout stars, they shine so bright

[Verse 1]
He's not perfect, he's my hero
Smashing the piano, spitting on the front row
Chronic confrontation, psychic conversation
Radical compassion, louder than the action of
All of us

[Chorus]
Burnout stars, they shine so bright
All of us
Burnout stars, they shine so bright
All the stars
Burnout stars, they shine so bright
All of us
Burnout stars, they shine so bright