Sweetheart

I'm running head down, not listening

Not listening, I don't see them

I hear fame is everything

I'm not famous

I'm running head down, not listening

Not listening, I don't see them

I hear fame is everything

I just don't want to be famous

Tied up and tangled, I feel

Gutted and strangled, they want me

Dried up and thirsty, I feel, oh no

Selfish and sexist, they want me

(How much?)

Take what you want from mine

Leave nothing for me for mine

Music is only for mine peace of mind

I'm losing mine

I'm losing, I'm losing mine

I'm running head down, not listening

Not listening, I don't see them

I hear fame is the thing

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

I just don't want to be famous

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 I do trust me, I do trust me

More than that, it's more than me, it's more than you

It's more than you and I hate that

My whole world, you can take that

I've done too 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 with the wrong crowd

Got cult figures all looking down

Next move will bring 'em all around

When they see roadhouse his feet on the ground

Oh, oh no

I'll have my love and they'll have my sound

Well, I drink spirits to the ghost in the room

I'll have my love and they'll have my sound

It's too much, it's too much, it's too much for me

Now I'm lost in the drinks and I'm sweating

2 more years 'til 27