More Than This - Matt Nathanson

What a spoiled boy I’ve been

My mouth full, mess, my arms outstreched

I’ve got palm sweat, I’m smiling like I’m competition

Well, maybe I’m yours

She said, «I know you, you’re a salesman’s son

And you’re pimping pretty junk»

And I said

«What am I supposed to do

They’ve built the scenes around you

And I need more than this»

And she said, «what am I supposed to do

Look at what’s become of you

And I need more than this»

«Go on then, hitch me up, baby

If what I am is not enough

Because I do love the glow you get

When you’re told word for word

How to think for yourself»

I’m tired

Of baring my teeth when I smile