Lyrics
I used to dream I was a poster in a bedroom
Reflecting on a past where the speaker envisioned being admired like a poster in someone's room.
Or the pictures that get cut out of the fancy magazines
Comparing oneself to images in upscale magazines that are cut out, suggesting a desire for attention and recognition.
Some tortured genius went to leave the planet too soon
Musing about a creative mind that left the world prematurely, possibly alluding to personal struggles with creativity.
Livin' on champagne in the back of limousines
Recalling a glamorous but perhaps superficial lifestyle, symbolized by living on champagne in the back of limousines.
Tryin' to feed the fire without really knowin' why
Expressing a desire to fuel a passion without a clear understanding of why.
Tryin' to feed the fire while hopin' that it dies
Acknowledging the contradictory feeling of trying to sustain a passion while secretly hoping it diminishes.
Tradin' where I'm at for some future destination
Weighing the current situation against an envisioned future, possibly highlighting dissatisfaction with the present.
Workin' for attention I'll eventually resent
Working for attention but foreseeing potential resentment in the future.
Tyrin' to ignore some of the darker implications
Struggling to ignore the negative consequences of fame and public attention.
Of smilin' for the camera with my hands in wet cement
Posing for the camera with hands in wet cement, symbolizing leaving a lasting mark while dealing with challenges.
Tryin' to feed the fire without really knowin' why
Reiterating the theme of trying to fuel a passion without a clear understanding of the underlying reasons.
Tryin' to feed the fire while hopin' that it dies
Expressing the ambivalence of sustaining a passion while secretly wishing it would fade away.
Tryin' to feed the fire without really knowin' why
Repeating the theme of trying to fuel a passion without a clear understanding of the underlying reasons.
Tryin' to feed the fire while hopin' that it dies
Reiterating the ambivalence of sustaining a passion while secretly hoping it diminishes.
There's someone in my reflection that's been hauntin' me my whole life
Noticing a haunting presence in one's reflection, suggesting internal struggles and unresolved issues.
There's a world outside my window I can barely even hear
Feeling disconnected from the external world, possibly due to the overwhelming nature of fame.
And I wonder to myself as I am straightening' my bow-tie
Reflecting on the paradox of looking perfect on-screen but feeling awful when facing oneself in the mirror.
How could I look so perfect on the screen and so awful in the mirror?
Questioning the contrast between the idealized image projected on the screen and the real, imperfect self.
Tryin' to feed the fire without really knowin' why
Reiterating the theme of trying to fuel a passion without a clear understanding of the underlying reasons.
Tryin' to feed the fire while hopin' that it dies
Expressing the ambivalence of sustaining a passion while secretly hoping it diminishes.
Tryin' to feed the fire without really knowin' why
Repeating the theme of trying to fuel a passion without a clear understanding of the underlying reasons.
Tryin' to feed the fire while hopin' that it dies
Reiterating the ambivalence of sustaining a passion while secretly hoping it diminishes.
Hopin' that it dies
Expressing a hope or desire for the passion to fade away.
Hopin' that it dies
Repeating the expression of hope or desire for the passion to diminish.
Hopin' that it dies
Reiterating the expression of hope or desire for the passion to fade away.
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