I think you’ve been blinded, darling.
Red carpets. Runways.
Palm trees. Actresses.
Models. Fashion bloggers.
They’re all the same girls with different names.
Take my hand and I’ll take you away from here.
This plastic town and their phony smiles.
Look to the sky for something authentic,
Is all this worth ruining you?
You deserve the galaxy,
don’t settle for a star.
If you’ll just come home now,
you’ll see I’m not very far.
‘Cause baby, I don’t want to have to say that I lost you to Hollywood.