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
  
  (Repeat Chorus)