Groupie Culture

[Verse 1] Backstage wristband X on your hand Lipstick stains on Last night’s plans You know the script You wrote your part Sharpened smile Wrapped around their hearts Phone up high You chase the flash Trade your body For a thirty-second laugh Tattooed spine Pressed to the wall They don’t ask your name They just take it all [Chorus] Groupie culture Sign your soul on the merch You bend You break For a backstage church You give your power For a whisper For a taste They won’t remember you Just your outline at their waist Groupie culture You’re a number Not a face [Verse 2] You call it worship You call it art You call it love When they tear you apart You rehearse the way You’re gonna moan So they’ll call you back On some other tour in some other town Glitter on the floor Mascara in your drink You laugh too loud So you don’t have to think Their hands on your hips Like you’re already gone You tell yourself You’re the muse of every song [Chorus] Groupie culture Sign your soul on the merch You bend You break For a backstage church You give your power For a whisper For a taste They won’t remember you Just your outline at their waist Groupie culture You’re a number Not a face [Bridge] You line up Lie down Say “this is my choice” Turn the rope to a crown Silence your own voice (oh) You burn You bleed For a story to share But when the house lights hit They’re already elsewhere [Chorus] Groupie culture Sign your soul on the merch You bend You break For a backstage church You give your power For a whisper For a taste They won’t remember you Just your outline at their waist Groupie culture Screaming out in disgrace Groupie culture They forget you But you still know their face