I don't bring you up in most conversations
It's too complicated for me to explain it
We're somewhere between love and a "you up?" situation
I try to keep that kinda thing on a need-to-know basis

You're just a nickname to most of my friends
My mom and my dad don't know you exist

But you're famous to Frances, I tell her about you
On every other Wednesday, 2:30 p.m.
I sit on her couch and we talk
through the hard truth
In that corner office right off of West End
She thinks you're the worst and I hate to admit
That I still kinda think you're the best
But we're workin' on it

(Famous to Frances)
(Famous to Frances, famous to Frances)

Shе looks up from her notepad
and says I need boundaries
But whеn it comes to us
guess I don't know what that means
We go 'round in circles and walk out with a plan
But she knows the next time
I'm sayin' the same thing all over again

Yeah, you're famous to Frances, I tell her about you
On every other Wednesday, 2:30 p.m.
I sit on her couch and we talk
through the hard truth
In that corner office right off of West End
She thinks you're the worst and I hate to admit
That I still kinda think you're the best
But we're workin' on it

(Famous to Frances)
Yeah, we're workin' on it

Yeah, you're just a nickname to most of my friends
My mom and my dad don't know you exist

But you're famous to Frances, I tell her about you
On every other Wednesday, 2:30 p.m.
I sit on her couch and we talk
through the hard truth
In that corner office right off of West End
She thinks you're the worst and I hate to admit
That I still kinda think you're the best
But we're workin' on it

(Famous to Frances)
Yeah, we're workin' on it
(Famous to Frances, famous to Frances)
We're workin' on it