I'm running head down, not listening
Not listening, I don't see them
"Are you famous?" (?)
Oh, I'm not famous
I'm running head down, not listening
Not listening, I don't see them
I hear fame is the thing
I just don't want to be famous
I don't, I swear, I swear
Tied up and tangled, I feel
(?) And strangled, (?)
Dried up and thirsty, I feel
Selfish and sexist (?)
Take what you want from mine
(?) Nothing for me for mine
My music is only for mine, piece of mind
I'm losing my mind, my mind, my mind
I'm losing, I'm losing my mind
I'm running head down, not listening
Not listening, I don't see them
"Are you famous? (?)"
Oh, I'm not famous
I'm running head down, not listening
Not listening, I don't see them all
I hear fame is the thing
Everybody wanna be famous
I don't care, there's so much time these days
"Are you blown up man?"
Can't say what you meant to me, what I'm meant to be
I don't like to think about it much these days
But do trust me, I do trust me
Now it's more than you and I hate that
It's more than you, it's more than me
My whole world, you can take that
I've done so much I can't take back
Well, it's this life and I face that
It's a scary thought, let's face facts
Like loose ends, loose friends, conversations that don't end
Phone calls, missed texts, no interest, just quick sex
All mixed up in the (?)
(?) All up and down
Next move will bring 'em all around
When they see Roadhouse just spinning around
Oh my god, oh no
I'll have my love and they'll have my sound
Well, I drink spirits to the ghost in the room
Oh, I swear I do
My babe, my babe, she thinks, oh, she thinks I want this
If I don't have my love, I don't have my sound