Everybody wants a piece,
A piece of me to keep,
Well bad luck all you hipsters and freaks,
Cause I found love in honesty,
Cause I wanna climb and hold,
The frosted peaks of sugarloaf,
And murder all my demons and ghosts,
Get blood soaked, then I'll go home,
Cause I don't talk as much,
To my mother though I know I should,
Reminds me when we went to L.A.,
And I bitched and moaned the whole damn way,
My father's the same I guess,
Though I try just to impress,
I want him to live till I'm a star,
So I can pay him back for my first car,
Does it make you feel afraid to admit
That you're lost on your own yeah,
Looking for a partner and looking for a home well,
Everyone admits that they're living a lie,
They don't change that and I know why,
Because the truth it terrified,
Of being told in every liars eyes,
So they'll delegate and terrorize,
Till the right time for the truth arrives,
And sister I know I've been,
Away from almost everything,
And my glorious, self-imposed opinion,
Isn't too much of a loving thing,
And brother I hope you know,
There's no real estate in my shadow,
So go on man go steal the show,
Cause you're a rocket man you're no John Doe,
Not to mention the star of the game,
She'd get embarrassed if I mention her name,
Throw a punch and probably call me lame,
I swear that I will clean the tub someday,
You know it makes me terrified
To admit that death is a fact,
And the clocks are always spinning
There's no turning back well,
Part of this life feels like a well constructed lie,
And I hate that but I don't want to die.