Famous

Thursday morning I have my coffee And leave without a glance In the evening I read the paper And see your name by chance I cry a little bit 'cause I remember the times we had When did it all end But you're famous now, and I don't know how to think again I don't recall the time we said goodbye We just fell apart overtime Like mountains eroding But way less sublime And now we're non-existent Got no wind resistance Everyone's gonna see you live on tour The sun has set It's three in the morning A postcard reminds me of the time we met We ruled the city Just sitting' pretty Now you're probably on a private jet I die a little bit 'cause I knew it was too good to be true How could someone like you stay with me But that doesn't change the fact you made me so fucking happy And now we're non-existent Got no wind resistance I only hear your voice on the radio