Why does everything that I love fade away A generation full of Superficial babes No I don’t got a problem It’s just not my thing My memory is fading of those Simple days Obsessions with a filter on A photograph Like you needed that, help me I don’t understand Were stuck inside a bubble That is made of glass Were so detached, help me I don’t understand Were so detached, help me I don’t understand I want someone to be by my side Hold it down let it ride Why do we want all The finer things Money and luxury Obsessions with a filter on A photograph Like you needed that, help me I don’t understand Were stuck inside a bubble That is made of glass Were so detached, help me I don’t understand Were so detached, help me I don’t understand