Come on, I'll be a no one For you Got you wrong, it's not your fault Sometimes I'd rather feel cheap You can't keep suckling me I was trying so hard to ejoy everything That I ended up enjoying nothing Serious I'm really well fed I know greviously you needed me like a hole in the head but Come on, I'll be a no one For you Stay home and write a song For you
Like shooting star or change of heart I'm something that you rarely see Smell the lilies on me Oh yeah
Roadside, covered in flies And caustic soda We're giving off the same odour Seriously I'm really well fed I know greviously you needed me like a hole in the head but
Come on, I'll be a no one For you Stay home and write a song For you For you