pirate bones

what if i squeeze myself into any shape

and i still don't fit?

what if i bend myself so much that i break

and i can't mend it?

what if i burn so bright that the fire goes out

and i can't stay lit?

what's the point in it?

i could get good at crying crocodile tears

just to get along

i could carry on telling you wanna hear

'til my voice is gone

but if i finally get to the place that i think is home

and i don't belong

what's the point in it?

where's the benefit?

when i'm gaining all but i'm losing it

it's not worth having

if it's too much to hold

you can dig so deep

that you're left with a hole

thirsty in a desert with a bag full of gold

don't wanna end up like pirate bones

what i thought was precious was just a pile o' stones

i might have the treasure but i'd be lying alone

just a pile of pirate bones

if i forfeit my soul it ain't worth having

if it's something i stole it ain't worth having

what if i stake everything i am on a dream

and it's counterfeit?

if i reach the end that justifies the means

could i live with it?

and if it's true that having too much of any good thing

could only make me sick

what's the point in it

where's the benefit

when i'm gaining all but i'm losing it

oh

oh

it's not worth that much to me

if losing out is what it means

to swim in shallow victory

is empty

empty

it's just not worth the price

it's only a fools paradise

if it's draining every drop of life 'til i'm dry like pirate bones