More Than This Songtext
von Matt Nathanson

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 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"


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
I′m through now
And I need more than this"

And I'm tired
Of baring my teeth when I smile

She said "I know you, you′re a salesman's son
And you′re pimping pretty junk"
She said "Look at what's become of us now"
Then I said "what am I supposed to do?
They′ve built the scenes around you
And I need more than this"
Then she said "what am I supposed to do?
Look at what's become of you
And I need more than this
I am through now
And I need more than this"