Famous

Thursday morning I have my coffee
And leave without a glance
In the evening I read the paper
And see your name by chance
I cry a little bit 'cause I remember the times we had
When did it all end
But you're famous now, and I don't know how to think again

I don't recall the time we said goodbye
We just fell apart overtime
Like mountains eroding
But way less sublime

And now we're non-existent
Got no wind resistance
Everyone's gonna see you live on tour

The sun has set
It's three in the morning
A postcard reminds me of the time we met
We ruled the city
Just sitting' pretty

Now you're probably on a private jet
I die a little bit 'cause I knew it was too good to be true
How could someone like you stay with me
But that doesn't change the fact you made me so fucking happy

And now we're non-existent
Got no wind resistance
I only hear your voice on the radio