Standard (EADGBE)

Oh my God, I'm such a terrible mess

 I'm turned on by the tabloids

 You would never have guessed

 That I'm a sucker for their gossip

 Man, I take it too far

I bottle up my Hollywood

 And watch 'em name their kids after cars

I'm finding me out

I'm having my doubts

I'm losing the best of me

 We're all part of the same

 Sick little games

 And I need to get away, get away

I'm wasting my days

 I throw them away

 Losing it all on these sick little games

I fell in love, she was the friend of a sister

 Of somebody famous at least for a day

Expensive habits and a taste for the town

 Had me chasin down red carpets

 And watching all my friends slip away

They're finding me out

I'm having my doubts

I'm losing the best of me

Dressed up as myself

To live in the shadow

Of who I'm supposed to be

We're all part of the same

 Sick little games

 And I need to get away, get away

I'm wasting my days

 I throw them away

 Losing it all on these sick little games

If I play my cards right

I could make the big time

I could be a reason to stare

Caught up in the spot light

Shaking from the stage fright

How did I end up here?

All part of the same

 Sick little games

 And I need to get away, get away, get away, get away

We're all part of the same

 Sick little games

 And I need to get away, get away

I'm wasting my days

 I throw them away

 Losing it all on these sick little games

All part of the same

 Sick little games

 And I need to get away, get away, get away, get away