Childhood bedroom

I don’t want you to be right

I don’t want to know the answers to any of my neurotic questions

I don’t want to know what she’s done

I just want to sit in her childhood bedroom and gaze out its window, to the same sights she had

I just want to be in the family

And loved by your family for what I’m worth

Id work to support you, if you did see me in that way

And I’d come home and give you all my money

I want to work in your family’s store

And take orders at the counter

I want to belong there

I want you all to love me

I finally saw the line

I finally saw the limit

The actor praised for his physique, stable in his lines

But nervous and scared outside, being interviewed

I don’t want to be Heath Ledger, though

I just want to be with you.