Fame

You're only a four letter word.

I dropped a hint for our audience

seemingly off-hand so you wouldn't notice.

Empty pockets can't buy your heart, and

the well's a little on the shallow side these days.

Do you remember when I told you

I would never lie? How ironic right.

Having chased down your shadow,

I see it was you all along.

Oh boy, where do I start?

My weatherman's a fascist.