Tired of Being Famous

Laid a wreath, when it died

I guess you think I never cried

Well don't that sound just like me

The sole survivor of a fatal crash

Walked away without a scratch

Or maybe they're the kind of scars that nobody can see

And I'm tired of being famous

For never looking back

As if you're filed away

Like some old photograph

Now I'm tired of being famous

For saying I don't care

I close my eyes and you're still there

It's hard to see, when love is blind

But look too close, and you'll always find

Some kind of trouble in paradise

Laugh it off in the light of day

But in the end it always lays

Sleeping like a greedy child between us every night

And I'm tired of being famous

For never looking back

As if you're filed away

Like some old photograph

Now I'm tired of being famous

For saying I don't care

I close my eyes and you're still there