Maybe you love me in ways
I don't understand
If you are the rock star
I'm your one diehard fan
Showering each other
With lots of praise and advice
Things would go better if you told me
How this crisis will end
And all the crossed signals that you send Cause it seems I'm either
Smacked down or I'm bleedin'
From your sweet side to your demon
First I'm staying then next you're leaving.
I don't want to be won
To be part of your tribe
To be reminded of our fun
And all the tears that you've cried
On the market
On the guest list, on your heels
I am the racehorse
That's out working the fields
To be captured
To be bridled, to be shamed
The beautiful loser going nowhere
That I once claimed to be
But now I've lots of company
And I don't need to be
Shaking with premonition
By some bully that doesn't listen
Beaten cruelly into submission
I don't want to be won
To be part of your tribe
To be reminded of our fun
And all the tears that you've cried
Things would go better if you told me
How this crisis will end
And all the crossed signals that you send Cause it seems I'm either
Smacked down or I'm bleedin'
From your sweet side to your demon
First I'm staying, next you're leaving
Are you sending or receiving?
Are you sad or are you seethin'?
Are you a prude or are you a heathin'?
Are you drowning or are you breathin'?
I don't want to be won
To be part of your tribe
To be reminded of our fun
And all the tears that you've cried
I don't want to be won
To be part of your tribe
To be reminded of our fun
And all the tears that you've cried
