I've got this image of you in a disposable flash
Slightly red-eyed and over-exposed
And you're leaning on me
Like you're swept off your feet
Trying to hold a pose
Where did you go after the show?
You're spending every day the talk of the town
You're always running around
You never settle down
Were you hiding in the bathroom,
Leaning on the sink,
While I was spacing out in my car,
Trying to finally think?