It makes... zero sense to me,
And I'm being really serious here
I just don't think I get Twitter.
X. Whatever.
You want to run to another world
Somewhere you can be unknown
It doesn't matter in the end
How much you were seen by man
A single taste of fame's enough
You're drawn, a moth to a flame
And I've been waiting for the other shoe to drop
It's a societal disease
With no cure, only more bodies
And I'm really getting sick of it
I guess you liked the public eye
'Til you realized not everyone's your type
And suddenly you're feeling shy
Do you need a place to hide?
A single taste of fame's enough
You're drawn, a moth to a flame
And I've been waiting for the other shoe to drop
It's a societal disease
With no cure, only more bodies
And I'm really getting sick of it
I think I just feel bad for everybody who idolized him
Because of course, you're only seeing what he wants you to see
Even though it does feel like there's a personal connection
At least, until everything comes out
Like, that-that messes you up, when they plunge from grace
And I guess I'm just wondering... are you all okay?
A single taste of fame's enough
You're drawn, a moth to a flame
And I've been waiting for the other shoe to drop
It's a societal disease
With no cure, only more bodies
And I'm really getting sick of it