One opportunity

If you had one shot or one opportunity
To seize everything you ever wanted in one moment
Would you capture it or just let it slip?

..His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy

There's vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghetti

He's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready

To drop bombs, but he keeps on forgettin

What he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loud

He opens his mouth, but the words won't come out..