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.