No one's famous, we're all strangers Now I can't even talk to you No one's famous, we're all contagious And I'm scared that I'm losing you I was working on my wish list Count of Monte Cris list More or less a diss list That's comprised of several enemies maybe you'll remember me A little on the small side Treated like a fall guy Pretty much gun shy But long before the cubicle you and I were beautiful She said, she said, in a book all about it I doubt you'd even understand No one's famous, we're all strangers Now I can't even talk to you No one's famous, we're all contagious And I'm scared that I'm losing you I'm talking bout the hard times
Talking bout the long lines Talking bout the stop signs That are rolling headless m.i.a since the fall of yesterday Now I'm sitting on a landmine Soaking in the sunshine Looking for my lost prime That's hanging in museums, ya, Looks like I'll be seeing ya No one's famous, we're all strangers Now I can't even talk to you No one's famous, we're all contagious And I'm scared that I'm losing you If we're choosing sides, then here's goodbye If we're choosing sides, then here's goodbye No one's famous, we're all strangers Now I can't even talk to you No one's famous, we're all contagious And I'm scared that I'm losing you