I was broken, so jealous,
Of all your favorite singers.
They all know you better than I do.

Hold their songs in your head.
Pin them up on your wall.
Iâ??m afraid of their words,

So boyish and tall.
Your pictureâ??s in the lobby with girls & cigarettes
Just to bore me.

And i own all their records.
Iâ??m so brave now.
But iâ??m so afraid to speak aloud.

Itâ??s not the voice youâ??re dreaming of.