Passing Out Pieces - Mac DeMarco

Watching my life, passing right in front of my eyes

Hell of a story, or is it boring?

Can’t claim to care, never been reluctant to share

Passing out pieces of me, don’t you know nothing comes free?

What Mom don’t know has taken its toll on me

It’s all I’ve seen that can’t be wiped clean

It’s hard to believe what it’s made of me

Passing my life, living it out with her side

Listening closely, hearing her mostly

Can’t shake concern, seems that every time that I turn

I’m passing out pieces of me, don’t you know nothing comes free?

What Mom don’t know has taken its toll on me

It’s all I’ve seen that can’t be wiped clean

It’s hard to believe what it’s made of me