[Intro - Distant synth, soft pulse] I don't miss being famous Okay That's mostly true [Verse 1] I used to tell a million strangers That I couldn't sleep at night They'd send hearts and little moon emojis And somehow that felt nice Knew exactly where to look When I wanted to seem sincere Tilt my head, lower my voice Make everybody feel right here Now someone asks me how I'm doing From the other side of the bed And suddenly I need a minute To remember what I said [Pre-Chorus] It's easier through a camera When you choose what they can see Harder when somebody's close enough To notice you're not me [Chorus] Parasocial hangover Still reaching for the light I don't miss the crowd exactly Just how they made me feel at night Everybody thought they knew me Nobody could get too close I knew how to make them love me Never learned to let them though [Verse 2] I could make a stranger feel special With a sentence and a smile Remember little details Keep them coming back a while Now a man remembers my coffee And I don't know what to do He says he likes the quiet version And I ask him, which one are you? God, that sounded awful He just meant he likes my face When I'm tired in the morning And there's nothing to replace [Pre-Chorus] I had intimacy on schedule With an audience on demand Now there's someone in my kitchen And I don't know where to stand [Chorus] Parasocial hangover Still reaching for the light I don't miss the crowd exactly Just how they made me feel at night Everybody thought they knew me Nobody could get too close I knew how to make them love me Never learned to let them though [Bridge - Sparse, suspended] Sometimes I miss the comments The ridiculous little names How a hundred thousand people Could convince me I was safe But none of them could hold me And I never had to stay I could turn the whole world off Whenever I looked away Now somebody says he loves me Without asking for a show And that's the part I don't know [Final Chorus - Soft, swelling] Parasocial hangover No camera, no good side I don't need a million witnesses To prove that I'm alive But sometimes I miss the feeling Of being wanted everywhere Even if it meant nobody Really knew who I was there [Outro - Fading electronic pulse] He asked if I was okay I almost said "Like and subscribe" Jesus Christ I need to go outside
