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 s*xist, they want me (how much?) Take what you want from mine Leave nothing for me for mine Music is only for mine piece 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 s*x 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 Two more years 'til twenty-seven --- Sweetheart - Allan Rayman