Sweetheart

I'm running head down, not listening

Not listening, I don't see them

I hear that fame is everything

I'm not famous

I'm running head down, not listening

Not listening, I don't see them

I hear that fame is everything

Well, 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

Well, take what you want from mine

Leave nothing for me for mine

Music is only for my peace of mind, I'm losing my

I'm losing, I'm losing mine

I'm running head down, not listening

Not listening, I don't see them

I hear that fame is everything

I'm not famous

I'm running head down, not listening

Not listening, I don't see them

I hear that fame is everything

Well, 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

Now, it's this life and I face that

It's a scary thought, lets 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 hall figures, all looking down

Next move will bring them all around

When they see roadhouse six feet in the ground, oh no

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

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

Two more years till twenty-seven