Black Narcissus by Microfilm Lyrics

My advice, lost in traffic
An English accent, the wrong demographic
You pose and pout
Pristine, with clout
You make it all so photographic

I'm me, I'm cold
Grab everything, if there's anything left to hold

They promised you an interview
A thinkpiece, and on Twitter too
A press darling
Until they heard you sing
And now it's all over, for you

I'm me, I'm cold
Grab everything, if there's anything left to hold