No one's famous, we're all strangers   Now I can't even talk to you   No one's famous, we're all contagious   And I'm scared that I'm losing you      I was working on my wish list    Count of Monte Cris list   More or less a diss list   That's comprised of several enemies maybe you'll remember me   A little on the small side   Treated like a fall guy   Pretty much gun shy   But long before the cubicle you and I were beautiful      She said, she said, in a book all about it   I doubt you'd even understand      No one's famous, we're all strangers   Now I can't even talk to you   No one's famous, we're all contagious   And I'm scared that I'm losing you      I'm talking bout the hard times   Talking bout the long lines   Talking bout the stop signs   That are rolling headless m.i.a since the fall of yesterday   Now I'm sitting on a landmine   Soaking in the sunshine   Looking for my lost prime   That's hanging in museums, ya,    Looks like I'll be seeing ya      No one's famous, we're all strangers   Now I can't even talk to you   No one's famous, we're all contagious   And I'm scared that I'm losing you      If we're choosing sides, then here's goodbye   If we're choosing sides, then here's goodbye       No one's famous, we're all strangers   Now I can't even talk to you   No one's famous, we're all contagious   And I'm scared that I'm losing you