Signals

So here's a story about a city with a secret
Everyone one here is the life of the party
And everyone who's anyone is everyone's biggest fan
If they've got what you need
Everyone whispers and sends out a secret nod
The congregation's in 5 minutes
"Meet me in the bathroom." Or maybe tonight the lines
Will get drawn right in front of you
The life you live is a life of stupidity
Like those on pages of a Hollywood magazine
See the stars in your eyes and the glamor you'll never see
Because you live on your knees
Money burns like your nose, you comfort yourself and stay in the smoke screen
You've found true love inside an empty scene
You live in a bad dream
She's just searching for acceptance, and He's afraid
But still puts himself out there
They all came in search of a good time
Approaching the night with closed eyes
Pull the shades down, to hide the beautiful person you are on the inside
Your photocopied reflection: distorting your actual size
You live in a bad dream