I met her in the queue for the toilets at the Logies

I didn't recognize her but I recognized that she was professionally hot

I knew that she must be some kind of celebrity

But she had this pained look in her eyes that haunted me

Her dress was too tight

She asked me to help unzip, I obliged, I obliged

She asked me if I thought anyone would notice it

I felt so sad when I looked into her scared and beautiful eyes, eyes, eyes

It's a lot of work to stay this hot

She said, it's a lot of work just to stay on top of it all

And you gotta be pretty hot too (it's a lot of work, a lot of work)

If you wanna make it onto my feed (it's a lot of work, a lot of work)

It's a lot of work to live like this

There's a lot of hurt, there's a lot I miss (it's a lot of work, a lot of work)

But you kinda get used to it

When it's kind of in the air that you breathe (it's a lot of work, a lot of work)

But sometimes, sometimes, sometimes

A certain panic takes over me

If you wanna make it onto my feed

If you wanna make it onto my feed

"Everything I see," she said, "I see through a filter"

What a waste of eyes, what a waste of all my other senses

And I've been doing it so long

I don't know if I am capable of

Ever really going back to the way it was

It's a secondary life

(Secondary, secondary, secondary)

Always one step removed

It's alright, it's alright

I'm half-apparition, half-human

All human

All fucked

It's a lot of work to stay this hot

She said, a lot of work just to stay on top of it all

And you gotta be pretty hot too (it's a lot of work, a lot of work)

If you wanna make it onto my feed (it's a lot of work, a lot of work)

It's a lot of work to live like this

There's a lot of hurt, there's a lot I miss (it's a lot of work, a lot of work)

But you kinda get used to it

When it's kind of in the air that you breathe (it's a lot of work, a lot of work)

It's a lot of work to stay this hot

She said, a lot of work just to stay on top of it all

And you gotta be pretty hot too (it's a lot of work, a lot of work)

If you wanna make it onto my feed (it's a lot of work, a lot of work)

It's a lot of work to live like this

There's a lot of hurt; there's a lot I miss (it's a lot of work, a lot of work)

But you kinda get used to it

When it's kind of in the air that you breathe (it's a lot of work, a lot of work)

Sometimes, sometimes

A certain panic takes over me

If you wanna make it onto my feed

If you wanna make it onto my feed

I spend all my time tending my garden

But the crops always die

And all my opinions are a lie