[Chorus, bright and chantable, gang vocals] All the golden ones Staring back from a ring-lit phone All the chosen ones Making being empty look heaven-sent All the pretty ones I feel sorry, then I lean right in All the lucky ones Wish I could want less, wish I could be one of them [Verse 1, casual, half-smirking] Phone glow on the sink at 1:16 All the golden ones Birthday dinner, tagged at a table for fourteen All the chosen ones Nobody's eating, everybody's performing All the pretty ones I watch with a beer going flat by the screen All the shiny ones [Pre-Chorus, leaning in, voice dropping] They got sunsets poured in a plastic cup All the glowing ones And a kind of hurt that still gets touched up All the lucky ones I say it's all fake, then I check again All the famous ones But I know every name when I can't sleep All the golden ones [Chorus, full open, anthemic] All the golden ones Staring back from a ring-lit phone All the chosen ones Making being empty look heaven-sent All the pretty ones I feel sorry, then I lean right in All the lucky ones Wish I could want less, wish I could be one of them [Verse 2, a little sharper, more bitter] Airport mirror, little half-smile, new campaign All the shiny ones Comments full of little knives dressed up as praise All the glowing ones Selling skin, acting saved, same as it's always been All the famous ones I close the app, then I open it again All the golden ones [Pre-Chorus, quieter, more exposed] They got sunsets poured in a plastic cup All the glowing ones And a kind of hurt that still gets touched up All the lucky ones I say it's all fake, then I check again All the famous ones But I know every name when I can't sleep All the golden ones [Chorus, full open, anthemic] All the golden ones Staring back from a ring-lit phone All the chosen ones Making being empty look heaven-sent All the pretty ones I feel sorry, then I lean right in All the lucky ones Wish I could want less, wish I could be one of them [Bridge, dropping down, almost spoken, building intensity] I'm not pissed they're hollow All the shiny ones I'm pissed I stayed the same All the glowing ones They learned to turn their ache into a frame All the famous ones And I just turned mine into another name to scroll past All the golden ones [Outro, loose, fading, half-drunk] All the golden ones All the pretty ones All the chosen ones Woah woah oh oh oh All the golden ones
