If i blew my brains out, momma, i wouldn't make the news
Because i'm not famous, i'm not pretty
So no one cares, it's true
And i (and i, and i, and i, and i) wish that i was rich
So i could finally be somebody they missed
I turned all my tvs on, let the lights dance on my skin
I said my life's not so bad, but you know I might forget
Olivia is standing in the kitchen with her friends
She says, "stop complaining, you know i hate when you're like this"
If i blew my brains out, momma, i would've gone too soon
I'm not famous, i'm not pretty, but you'd still care, it's true
And i (and i, and i, and i, and i) wish that i was rich
So i could finally be somebody they missed
I turned all my tvs on, let the lights dance on my skin
I said my life's not so bad, but you know I might forget
Olivia is standing in the kitchen with her friends
She says, "stop complaining, you know i hate when you're like this"