I saw your picture on the internet and let me tell you that we're so impressed,
Where did you find the time to construct the life you have online.
Our eyes are all on you and you always know just what to do,
To make it feel like all their headlines are about you.
Sell it to us like you want it to last, sell it to us like it's your last chance,
Sell it to us like you want it to last, but we're on to you, we're on to you.
So many people flip your pages these each day and somehow still it's not enough,
To make you feel like you're alive/awake/breathing content with who you are.
Just like a magazine you've sold yourself with the perfect shot,
But when that issue hits the street you'll find it's all you've got.
Your name is a household word but I'm not sure what you've done.
You're an icon, of nothing, nothing to be famous for.
Your face gets you all the rep, but the drugs really steer the ship.
So try this on for size,
Lose ten pounds and fucking die!
