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