I don't want to be another big star Picking at your cars Stealing at your clothes Finding out what you don't know You don't know
I don't want to be your big star Picking your calls; saying I don't know I don't want to be your suitor Lacking at your feet Trying to love the things you need
And you know I've heard this before And you know I've heard it some more Won't you give me a chance To break down your door But I sit Oh Oh I still sit here
I don't want to be a tailor Pricking at your thumb Washing all the tears away Some words Oh no I believe they don't feel you Picking up your dirt Washing all your dreams away