Cold FameWhat’s the point of fame if it’s been abused?What’s a kid like me even got to lose?Here I am on your bed againIt’s too big for the room it’s in.Watch your face and laugh just a little bit,Everybody knows that you’re good at it,But nothin’ hurts like an answer phoneDrinkin’ some, wakin’ up alone.Maybe if I try just a little more,I can take myself from this dirty floorand walk through buildings of eleganceJust like you are intelegentBut still I fall from grace with this microphoneHow’d you find yourself if you never roam?But, Certainly, I’m indebted baby,Certainly, certainly, yeah.I know my placebut it don’t know meI know my placebut it don’t know meNo one wants to hear that you’re breakin’ up,It wasn’t long ago we said ‘start me up’Now all your dreamin’ will have to waitWhile you discern, you’ll anticipatePlay your 45 with this late at nightOpen all the windows, turn out the lightMysterious creatures will fill the roomA midnight show just put on for you.But still I fall from grace with this microphoneHow’d you find yourself if you never roam?Certainly, I’m indebted baby,Certainly, certainly, yeah.I know my placebut it don’t know meI know my placebut it don’t know meCold fame in my brain, butIt’s okay cuz I know it’s the best for me