Sweetheart (Unplugged At CBC)

I'm running head down, not listening Not listening, I don't see them "Are you famous?" (?) Oh, I'm not famous I'm running head down, not listening Not listening, I don't see them I hear fame is the thing I just don't want to be famous I don't, I swear, I swear Tied up and tangled, I feel (?) And strangled, (?) Dried up and thirsty, I feel Selfish and sexist (?) Take what you want from mine (?) Nothing for me for mine My music is only for mine, piece of mind I'm losing my mind, my mind, my mind I'm losing, I'm losing my mind I'm running head down, not listening Not listening, I don't see them "Are you famous? (?)" Oh, I'm not famous I'm running head down, not listening Not listening, I don't see them all I hear fame is the thing Everybody wanna be famous I don't care, there's so much time these days "Are you blown up man?" Can't say what you meant to me, what I'm meant to be I don't like to think about it much these days But do trust me, I do trust me Now it's more than you and I hate that It's more than you, it's more than me My whole world, you can take that I've done so much I can't take back Well, it's this life and I face that It's a scary thought, let's face facts Like loose ends, loose friends, conversations that don't end Phone calls, missed texts, no interest, just quick sex All mixed up in the (?) (?) All up and down Next move will bring 'em all around When they see Roadhouse just spinning around Oh my god, oh no I'll have my love and they'll have my sound Well, I drink spirits to the ghost in the room Oh, I swear I do My babe, my babe, she thinks, oh, she thinks I want this If I don't have my love, I don't have my sound