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 them name their kids after cars
I'm findin' me out, I'm havin' my doubts
I'm losin' the best of me
We're all part of the same, sick little games
And I need a getaway, getaway
I'm losin' my days, I throw them away
Losing it all on these sick little games
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 chasin' down red carpets
And watchin' all my friends slip away
They're findin' me out, I'm havin' 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
We're all part of the same, sick little games
And I need a getaway, getaway
I'm losin' my days, I throw them away
Losing it all on these sick little games
If I play my cards right, I could make the big times
I could be your reason to stare
Caught up in the spotlight
Shaking from the stage fright
How did I end up, here?
We're all part of the same, sick little games
And I need a getaway, getaway, getaway, getaway
We're all part of the same, sick little games
And I need a getaway
I'm losin' my days, I throw them away
Losing it all on these sick little games
And I need a getaway
