Not You

honey, can i be your sitcom neighbour
the sub-plot character with the irrational behaviour
would you grant me another cameo in your show
until i get a movie of my own

lady, could i be your knight in armour
mr. rose-between-my-teeth, your chocolate charmer
would you let me serenade you from the yard outside your room
until i get a ballad of my own
until i get a ballad of my own

this is not what i’m looking for / this is not what i need
you’re not what i’m craving / not for you that i bleed

lovers, do you need me as the voice of reason
mister fix-it to assist you in and out of season
i’ll be the man in the middle with a fiddle out of tune
or i might just get a romance of my own

baby, can i be your cool, kind stranger
the deus ex machina in your hour of danger
could i wrap you in my cloak until the dark has flown
or should i get a story of my own
could i get a story of my own

this is not what i’m looking for / this is not what i need
you’re not what i’m craving / not for you that i bleed