Glass Ceiling

Why does everything that I love fade away
A generation full of superficial babes
No I don’t got a problem it’s just not my thing
My memory is fading of those simple days
Obsessions with a filter on a photograph
Like you needed that, help me I don’t understand
Were stuck inside a bubble that is made of glass
Were so detached, help me I don’t understand
Were so detached, help me I don’t understand
I want someone to be by my side
Hold it down let it ride
Why do we want all the finer things
Money and luxury
Obsessions with a filter on a photograph
Like you needed that, help me I don’t understand
Were stuck inside a bubble that is made of glass
Were so detached, help me I don’t understand
Were so detached, help me I don’t understand