Every day you wake up
Put on your faded jeans
So you can pile your make up
On spaces in between

They're swallowed by your starlight
Tied to their bourgeoisie
To be this popular
Like a general store celebrity

And I know something about you
That you want someone to care

They live to stand in your shoes
For even just one day
They're all dying to be like you
Not that you'd notice anyway

And I know something about you
That you want someone to care
And I know something about you
That you want someone to care

Did you ever think this through
You must've wanted to
It's always about you

Their lights are small and faded
Beside your golden door
But you're so cold and jaded
None of it matters any more

And I, I'm someone just like you
And I want someone to care


_______________________
see the spoiler