Industry Of Cool

Ehlie Luna

Compositor: Ehlie Luna

She's got a crush on your fame
I've always loved you this way
Even though you break my body
And you walk away

You're in the Industry of Cool
You always calculate your move
Wearing metal thorns for a crown
I'm dressed in my red gown
Watching the sky draw the black curtains

I'm always choking on your smoke
Blowing me at anyone
Yes, anyone
I guess I'm running out of hope
'Cause you like to share
And I just really don't, no

I hate it when you're asking me
How I've been getting off lately
You don't own my body
And you don't own me

Now I'm in the Industry of Cool
I calculate my every move
Wearing metal thorns for a crown
I'm dressed in my red gown
Watching the sky draw the black curtains

I'm always choking on your smoke
Blowing me at anyone
Yes, anyone
I guess I'm running out of hope
'Cause you like to share
And I just really don't, no

Well, I guess you're almost famous now
And my voice is just another sound
In the background of your life
Oh no
You're blinded by the lights
Blinded by the lights