Billie Joe stared out the window. How long had it been since he last blinked? He didn't know or care. He had better things to worry about.
Lately, his wife Addi had been watching him like a hawk, as had the media and Green Day's fans. Sometimes, he wished that he could just go to a place where he wasn't so well known. Where there weren't paps on every corner.
Don't you wish that you could be a fly on the wall?
He didn't take his fame for granted, but he hated how closely he'd been watched lately.
A creepy little, sneaky little fly on the wall.
He'd even found cameras in his bunk after what had happened with Tre. It unsettled him to know that whoever had set them up knew exactly what he was doing.
All my precious secrets, yeah, you know them all.
He wished he wasn't married, didn't have kids so he could come clean to everyone about the man he loved. But it had to be kept quiet.
Don't you wish that you could be a fly on wall?