When the sun goes down on our little lives
Who will read about our exploits and what we did with our time?
Will we make the front page if the daily press?
I'm not sure if it is worth it if I'm honest

Should I go to a desert island
Get it televised?
Show the birth of my kids and all of their lives?
Should I rub myself in oil and set myself on fire?
If it would make me more desired

We strive for extra 'likes' on Youtube
A virtual pat on the back
To our screens we remain glued just like blu tack
And the ghosts in our closet
They are cyberspies
Invading our rooms and all of our lives

Should I go to a desert island
Get it televised?
Show the birth of my kids and all of their lives?
Should I rub myself in oil and set myself on fire?
If it would make me more desired