Lyrics:

I met her in the queue for the toilets at the Logies
I didn't recognize her but I recognized that she was professionally hot
I knew that she must be some kind of celebrity
But she had this pained look in her eyes that haunted me
Her dress was too tight
She asked me to help unzip, I obliged, I obliged
She asked me if I thought anyone would notice it
I felt so sad when I looked into her scared and beautiful eyes, eyes, eyes
It's a lot of work to stay this hot
She said, it's a lot of work just to stay on top of it all
And you gotta be pretty hot too (it's a lot of work, a lot of work)
If you wanna make it onto my feed (it's a lot of work, a lot of work)
It's a lot of work to live like this
There's a lot of hurt, there's a lot I miss (it's a lot of work, a lot of work)
But you kinda get used to it
When it's kind of in the air that you breathe (it's a lot of work, a lot of work)
But sometimes, sometimes, sometimes
A certain panic takes over me
If you wanna make it onto my feed
If you wanna make it onto my feed
"Everything I see," she said, "I see through a filter"
What a waste of eyes, what a waste of all my other senses
And I've been doing it so long
I don't know if I am capable of
Ever really going back to the way it was
It's a secondary life
(Secondary, secondary, secondary)
Always one step removed
It's alright, it's alright
I'm half-apparition, half-human
All human
All fucked
It's a lot of work to stay this hot
She said, a lot of work just to stay on top of it all
And you gotta be pretty hot too (it's a lot of work, a lot of work)
If you wanna make it onto my feed (it's a lot of work, a lot of work)
It's a lot of work to live like this
There's a lot of hurt, there's a lot I miss (it's a lot of work, a lot of work)
But you kinda get used to it
When it's kind of in the air that you breathe (it's a lot of work, a lot of work)
It's a lot of work to stay this hot
She said, a lot of work just to stay on top of it all
And you gotta be pretty hot too (it's a lot of work, a lot of work)
If you wanna make it onto my feed (it's a lot of work, a lot of work)
It's a lot of work to live like this
There's a lot of hurt; there's a lot I miss (it's a lot of work, a lot of work)
But you kinda get used to it
When it's kind of in the air that you breathe (it's a lot of work, a lot of work)
Sometimes, sometimes
A certain panic takes over me
If you wanna make it onto my feed
If you wanna make it onto my feed
I spend all my time tending my garden
But the crops always die
And all my opinions are a lie