I'm too old to be a hot girl on the internet
But still young enough to want to
So I scroll the For You Page for new archetypes
To find which one I belong to
Everyone's a content creator for a captive audience
And I mean captive as in captured
Adoring prisoner to my phone
Everybody wants to get better
Getting healed or diagnosed
But are you healing if nobody's watching
To let you know you've done it wrong?

I am performing for a hydra with infinite heads
Grinning faces who tell me why I'm not famous yet
Tell me my identity, take the pressure off of me
One more scrap of attention for such a good pet

The audience that paid to be here
Is throwing tomatoes up onto the stage
I keep telling them that they can keep scrolling
But they just keep yelling, "That's showbiz, baby"
You signed up for unlimited access
To everyone you've ever met
But they all hate you, and you're a failure
'Cause you're not good with makeup yet

I am appeasing a deity that I'll never see
A magic spell for how much love I get to receive
Tell me my identity, take the burden off of me
One more scrap of attention before I delete
Now one more scrap of attention before I delete