Tabloid Theory

You cross your t's and dot your i's
Do everything the magazine say
But somehow now you find yourself
Unhappy again
Pour all your dreams into the tube
And let it dictate life for
But no you find yourself wanting more than you're looking for
A fantasy love all along like the movie star
A fantasy love, oh a love
Maybe you'll find it someday

That real pollen, sweet pollen
Bought the house and played the part
But something still don't feel right
The pressure building on your chest
Maybe it's just the routing stress
A restlessness you've always know
But when you close your eyes at night
The feeling keeps you wide awake
That maybe something's out there
Greater than the life you've made

A fantasy
A fantasy
Don't fall
Don't fall
Don't fall