"Whisper" by Alien Ant Farm

It? my arms that wrap you up nice
It? my arms, it? my arms baby 
Small rooms with record exec types 
Whisper away my future lately 

I?l introduce you to producers 
I?l write your songs and make them way damn shorter 

I? so confused 
This industry has made me cold 
I trusted you to make me shine bright 
This is almost getting old 

Shock me with fear it? taking longer 
Blood sweat and years will make me way damn stronger 

It? my words that fail to give insight 
I blame you, blame me baby 

I? so confused 
This industry has made me cold 
I trusted you to make me shine bright 
This is almost getting old 

It suits me just fine 
This is the package I? sending
These are the clothes that I? wearing 
These are the words that I? saying 
These are the notes that they?e playing 

I?l introduce you to producers 
I?l write your songs and make them way damn shorter 

I? so confused 
This industry has made me cold 
I trusted you to make me shine bright 
This is almost getting old 

And it suits me just fine