My Name

You don’t think about me like I thought you did
You don’t care about me like I thought you did
You don’t need me like I hoped that you did
Anymore
But you think about me, I have seen the proof
The way that many other men do
And they take the stage inside a locker room
And it hurts, babe
When you smear my name
To tap a source of power
When I think about you, it’s not like it was
Suspended in the afterglow of love
When you left you didn’t make it very far
From me, babe
And you’ve seen me on a stage conduct a band
And you’ve heard me in the quiet, like a friend
But still I’m just a trophy on a stand
And it hurts, babe
When you smear my name
To tap a source of power
It’s messed up, babe
That you need my name
You’re already so proud
Takes an army of my friends to fill my cup
One word from you to make me shut up