Sick Little Games All Time Low

[Verse 1]
Oh, my God, I'm such a terrible mess
I'm turned on by the tabloids, you would never have guessed
That I'm a sucker for their gossip, man, I take it too far
I bottle up my Hollywood, and watch 'em name their kids after cars

[Pre-Chorus]
I'm finding me out
I'm having my doubts
I'm losing the best of me

[Chorus]
We're all part of the same sick little games
And I need a get-away, get-away
I'm wasting my days, I throw them away
Losing it all on these sick little games

[Verse 2]
I fell in love, she was the friend of a sister
Of somebody famous - at least for a day
Expensive habits and a taste for the town
Had me chasing down red carpets
And watching all my friends slip away

[Pre-Chorus]
They're finding me out
I'm having my doubts
I'm losing the best of me
Dressed up as myself
To live in the shadow
Of who I'm supposed to be