I dont want to be another big star
Picking at your cars
Stealing at your clothes
Finding out what you dont know
You dont know

I dont want to be your big star
Picking your calls; saying I dont know
I dont want to be your suitor
Lacking at your feet
Trying to love the things you need

And you know Ive heard this before
And you know Ive heard it some more
Wont you give me a chance
To break down your door
But I sit
Oh oh
I still sit here

I dont want to be a tailor
Pricking at your thumb
Washing all the tears away
Some words
Oh no I believe they dont feel you
Picking up your dirt
Washing all your dreams away

(repeat chorus)