The window opens in style
Lost soul recalls their denial
Trying to put things in place
Can't recognize their own face
Baby, I have to call you out
Sadly, you don't know what I'm talking about
Who knows what you'll say
It's the fame that is bringing you down
You're insane to think you won't make a sound
You proclaim that it's nothing at all
It's too late to try and catch your own fall
Heard a rumor from someone
He said you left him undone
Told him harsh lies just for fun
Made him want to find a gun
Baby, you went a bit too far
It's crazy, losing yourself at the bar
But there you go again
It's the fame that is bringing you down
You're insane to think you won't make a sound
You proclaim that it's nothing at all
It's too late to try and catch your own fall