The Last Great Star in Hollywood - Meg & Dia, Dia Frampton, Meg Frampton

I’ve got my same old nose and no cheekbones

I’ve got my stomach rolls, rather bare wardrobe

They’ve got seven floors, one on the east coast

Why they grin so wide, they’ve got their visions no one knows

I think I’m on the bright side

Got my hair cut short, I do my class report on time

I hope I’m on the bright side

What beauty is today is a fake from what’s inside

My teeth are yellow stars sleeping in my jaws

While their lips enlarged, in a constant pout

They’re the types of girls who hide their wedding rings, if it doesn’t match

their clothes

They’ve got their visions no one knows

And why we’re patient no one knows

I think I’m on the bright side

Got my hair cut short, I do my class report on time

I hope I’m on the bright side

What beauty is today is a fake from what’s inside

Learn to let go of tired skin

It’s just a fence to hold me in

I ask for a closing statement

I ask for just one prayer that I can put me into

We’re the most modern man machines

Under our masks not what we seem

We must not sleep underneath the slow and steady descent of the fools upstairs

I think I’m on the bright side

Got my hair cut short, I do my class report on time

I hope I’m on the bright side

What beauty is today is a fake from what’s inside

On the bright side

Got my hair cut short, I do my class report on time

I hope I’m on the bright side

What beauty is today is a fake from what’s inside

I’ve got my same old nose and no cheekbones

(I think I’m on the bright side)

My teeth are yellow stars sleeping in my jaws

(I think I’m on the bright side)

They’ve got seven floors, one on the east coast

(I think I’m on the bright side)

They’re the types of girls who hide their wedding rings

(I think I’m on the bright side)