[Verse 1] They know the coffee order, not the way I take it A hundred phones rise up before I get to taste it My mother sends a picture of the dog asleep I save it like a room where nobody can see [Pre-Chorus] Every hello comes with a little glass screen Every quiet minute gets called a scene [Chorus] The worst part of being famous Is you can’t be missing in a crowd They love the version that can take it And ask for more when you’re worn down I want one door that doesn’t open One face that doesn’t need a name The worst part of being famous Is nobody gets to know you plain [Verse 2] The waiter says he loved me when I’m halfway through a sentence I smile beside the candle while my friend stops trying to finish There’s a stranger in the doorway wearing yesterday’s mistake And a headline making dinner out of every word I say [Pre-Chorus] Every good day needs a caption underneath Every bad one gets repeated back to me [Chorus] The worst part of being famous Is you can’t be missing in a crowd They love the version that can take it And ask for more when you’re worn down I want one door that doesn’t open One face that doesn’t need a name The worst part of being famous Is nobody gets to know you plain [Bridge] I miss the bus I used to curse The corner shop, the rain on my sleeves A friend who’d tell me, “You’re being a jerk,” And mean just me—not what the picture means [Final Chorus] The worst part of being famous Is you can’t be missing in a crowd They cheer the version that can take it Then leave you with the noise turned down I want one room where I can stumble One kind of love that stays the same The worst part of being famous Is nobody gets to know you plain [Outro] No flash, no pose, no practiced name Just let me be a person for a day
