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 (How much for him?) Dried up and thirsty, I feel Oh no Selfish and sexist they want me (How much?) Take what you want from mine Leave nothing for me for mine My music is only for my peace 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 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 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 do trust me, I do trust me It's more than that, it's more than me, it's more than you (It's more than you) It's more than you and I hate that My whole world, you can take that I've done so 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 sex All mixed up with the wrong crowd Got cult figures all looking down Next move will bring 'em all around When they see Roadhouse six feet in 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) Now I'm lost in the drinks (It's too much, too much for me) And I'm sweating Two more years 'til 27