Laid a wreath, when it died I guess you think I never cried Well don't that sound just like me The sole survivor of a fatal crash Walked away without a scratch Or maybe they're the kind of scars that nobody can see And I'm tired of being famous For never looking back As if you're filed away Like some old photograph Now I'm tired of being famous For saying I don't care I close my eyes and you're still there It's hard to see, when love is blind But look too close, and you'll always find Some kind of trouble in paradise Laugh it off in the light of day But in the end it always lays Sleeping like a greedy child between us every night And I'm tired of being famous For never looking back As if you're filed away Like some old photograph Now I'm tired of being famous For saying I don't care I close my eyes and you're still there