Come on, I'll be a no one for you, ooh hey
Got you wrong, it's not your fault, sometimes I'd rather feel cheap
You can't keep suckling me 'cause I was trying so hard to enjoy everything
That I ended up enjoying nothing
Seriously I'm really well fed
I know previously you need me like a hole in the head but
Come on, I'll be a no one for you, ooh, hey
Stay home and write a song for you, ooh, hey
Shooting star, change of heart, something that you rarely see
Smell the lilies on me, yeah
Roadside, covered in flies
And caustic soda, we're giving off the same odor
Seriously I'm really well fed
I know previously you need me like a hole in the head but
Come on, I'll be a no one for you, ooh, hey
Stay home and write a song for you, ooh, hey, you, ooh, he