Say you see through the folly But you do it for the fame And I'm fighting the Jetstream Drinking cheap wine on airplanes And you're in L.A., not Chicago Key under mat Walk the dog, order in Home alone Found your letter on a full moon Sunday night Some other girl in your spell, casting plans for her life And pour the vodka and it dulls sharp lies Breathe the words of diamonds on rings And you didn't mean to do it So I don't have to believe it If you didn't really mean it The magical thinking gets us by Sing for the aftershow Those candy-colored lips Your age is showing, and you've gotta work harder for it It's always easier with freshmen I'm not as clever, it should bring you to life And you didn't mean to do it So I don't have to believe it If you didn't really mean it The magical thinking gets us by My fair-weather friend Live for the folly, but you did it for the fame Now you're fragile as porcelain Drinking cheap wine on airplanes Did I ever leave Chicago? I got your message Glad you're doing well And you didn't mean to do it So I don't have to believe it If we didn't really mean it The magical thinking gets us by Gets us by Gets us by Say you see through the folly But you did it for the fame Say you see through the folly But you did it for the fame Say you see through the folly But you did it for the fame Say you see through the folly But you did it for the fame My fair-weather friend