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