[bad word] 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 [bad word] 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  [bad word] on, I'll be a no one 
For you 
Stay home and write a song 
For you 
For you