[Nocturnal. Hollow. Seductive. Confessional. Atmospheric. Unapologetic. Cinematic]
[Mostly standard Toronto/Canadian accent
with very light cultural influence vocals, male]
[INTRO — 108 BPM, A Minor] Piano, one hit every two beats. Sub-bass hum. Synth fog. Strings enter bar 4, mournful pull.
[VERSE 1] Woke up in a penthouse I don't recognize City full of people, none of them my tribe Mulholland curves where the damned come to hide Called from the P1 — she ain't pick up this time Poured another glass cause love was never enough Got my name on everything, still feeling lost Famous for nothing — got it all, felt nothing
[PRE-CHORUS — Synth doubles, kick enters low] Used to pray somebody'd hear these songs World's singing along and I still feel wrong Heard Michael through the walls last night Telling me the cost of living in this light
[CHORUS — Full drop. Snare on 2 and 4. Strings cascade] Famous for nothing, rich off of pain Your love and your hate feel exactly the same Scarborough made me cold, Mulholland made me vain Got everything they wanted, got nothing to claim Call my name in the dark, let it echo and die I'm the one they all want, the one no one tries Famous for nothing — this is how it ends Famous for nothing — do it all again
[VERSE 2 — Half-time, piano only] Scarborough winter put this cold in my chest Dropped everything and left, couldn't care less Got a million fans and none of 'em see me P1 outside — still hollow, still lonely Michael had it all and still couldn't stay Now I understand every word he tried to say
[BRIDGE — Strip to arpeggio and bass. Silence then crash] Wore my real face like jewelry, left it behind Gave the version of me no one could find Burn the P1 down on Mulholland Drive Just to feel something real, just to feel alive
[CHORUS — Elevated. Backing vocals underneath. Strings peak] Famous for nothing, rich off of pain Your love and your hate feel exactly the same Scarborough made me cold, Mulholland made me vain Got everything they wanted, got nothing to claim Call my name in the dark, let it echo and die I'm the one they all want, the one no one tries Famous for nothing — this is how it ends Famous for nothing — do it all again
[OUTRO — Piano alone. Strings dissolve. Bass fades] Whispered: "famous for nothing..." One piano key. Silence.