Big Star

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