Bellas puppet show

{plucky math-rock guitar riff} {tight driving indie-pop drum fill} (one,

two, three, four)

{bass enters lock-step with kick} Bella walked in thinking she's the queen

Big talk, same old recycled scene

Harry used to think for himself,

no doubt

Now you're writing every word that comes out

{guitars drop to clean rhythmic palm-muting} Bella,

you're all hype, no class

Turning good mates into your little cast

Harry used to shine,

now he's playing your part

Looks like you borrowed his spine and his heart {guitars swell with

light overdrive} {drum pattern builds intensity} You call it love,

but everyone can see He's not himself—that's the tragedy

You love attention, love the spotlight glow But real respect's something you'll

never know

(ooh-ooh-ooh) {fully open overdriven guitars burst in} {crashing crash cymbals}

Changed his laugh, changed his style

Just to keep you happy for a little while You can keep

the version you've remade

Built on drama that'll eventually fade

{guitars dial back

to funky clean rhythm} {bass takes a groovy melodic lead} Real ones

don't need strings to pull

A puppet's only useful while the show's still full

{half-time drum feel}

{spacey ambient guitar feedback} (no strings to pull) So take a bow

if that's your game

Chasing clout instead of a name We'll remember Harry from back in

the day

Before Bella came and pulled him away

{rhythm guitars fade to single strum} {solo melancholy fingerpicked guitar} (pulled him

away)