Texty: Norah Jones. Not Too Late. Until The End.

You got a famous last name but you're not to blame
Baby I see you for who you are
A one time apple queen and a one time tramp
And an old time movie star

You're a shell picker of the pickiest kind
But you always find the ones to keep
And in or out of bed you keep your head wide open
'Cause you don't only dream when you're asleep

Like a child you remember
But I forget all my dreams

I used to think that someday I'd relax a little
And be more like you
Then I realized how silly that thought was
I needed to stand in my own shoes

And from over here I can see you cry
Don't even try to pretend
Because he's hurt you so many times
But baby don't go back again

Like a child you forget
But I remember everything and every sting

And through all the games we'll both stay the same
As we've always been, through the fat and the thin
Until the end, until the end, oh