3Jane

Can you believe all they say? It doesn’t seem like it was only yesterday When you wandered out on Superhighway There should be a law about it When they can take videos of you Of you, of you, of you, of you Feel like I blew my soul out Across the interwebs and streams It was a million pieces Of silver, and I watched them gleam It left a hole so big inside of me And I get terrified that I will never get it back to me To me, to me, to me, to me I guess it’s just a modern disease I get stressed out And I wanna get high It’s cuz I’ve seen my face And I don’t recognize The person that I feel inside Inside Like an American superpower Turn on the spotlight And nobody cowers I don’t want to sell you anything I don’t want to put myself out And turn it into a refrain It’s all just a big advertising campaign When everybody’s lookin' It’s supposed to be a dream But disassociation I guess it’s just a modern disease