Paroles: Matt Nathanson. Still Waiting For Spring. More Than This.

What a spoiled boy I've been
My mouth full, mess, my arms outstretched
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 been come 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