Lyrics: Matt Nathanson. More Than This.

What a spoiled boy I've been
my mouth full; mess
my arms outstretched
I got palm-sweat
I'm smiling like I'm competition
-- maybe I'm yours.

Said: I know you, you're a salesman's son
and you're pimpin' pretty junk.
And I said What am I supposed to do?
They've built the scenes around you
and I need more than this.
She said What am I suppose to do?
Look at what's become of you
And I need more than this.


Go on then, hitch me up
maybe if what I am is not enough
'cuz I do love the glow you get when you're told word for word
how to think for yourself

Said, I know you you're a salesman's son
and you're pimpin' 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 suppose to do?
Look at what's become of you
and I need more than this.

I'm through now,
and I need more than this.
And I'm tired of baring my teeth when I smile.

Said I know you -- you're a salesman's son
and you're pimpin' pretty junk.
She said Look at what's become of us now.
And I said What am I supposed to do
they built the scenes around you
and I need more than this
And she said What am I suppose to do
look at what's become of you
and I need more than this

I'm through now
and I need more than this.