What's the matter prodigal son Did you find out you're Not the only one Hunting for compliments Just to feel a sense of bliss Realizing quickly all your friends Have turned to dust But the picture are the only Memories they have Laughing next to plastic people Never put on blast Followers always feel They're popular but not amusing Every chance to leave and move in You're emptying the jar As the sweat pours down into it I feel sorry for the people being held Behind the gate all running late I talk to people I don't want to look at Can't make eye contact But the picture are the only Memories they have Laughing next to plastic people Never put on blast Followers always feel They're popular but not amusing Every chance to leave and move in