Lyrics

[Verse 1] My phone keeps ringing, but never a friend, Another sales pitch that will never end. They promise fortune, they promise gold, But all they want is my money to hold. [Chorus 1] Everybody wants a piece of me. Take what they can, then let me be. It beats the hell outta being alone— Pick it up, let them drone. ________________________________________ [Verse 2] The knock on my door is always the same, A stranger with scripture, the oldest game. A hundred bucks is what they demand, To save my soul with a greedy hand. [Chorus 2] Everybody wants a piece of me. Their prophet is money, plain to see. It beats the hell outta being alone— Kneel down, let them drone. ________________________________________ [Verse 3] The inbox hums at three A.M., Updates, questions, no single friend. I answer each one, keep playing my part, But nobody asks what’s in my heart. [Chorus 3] Everybody wants a piece of me. I’m on the clock, and I’m never free. It beats the hell outta being alone— Type reply, let them drone. ________________________________________ [Bridge] The office follows wherever I go, A chain on my wrist that won’t let go. The phone lights up when I try to sleep, Another deadline I’m forced to keep. They say I’m valued, they say “conform.” But nobody knows how I’m really worn. Endless meetings that are never done, A thousand e-mails, the game’s never won. ________________________________________ [Verse 4] It’s silent at night when I go to bed, But voices come crowding inside my head. They tell me my failures, the things I should know, An endless chorus that won’t let go. Yet deep in the dark a light breaks through, A fleeting spark in the endless cold. In dreams, at least, the world feels wide, A place where hope still dares to hide. [Chorus 4 (Final)] Everybody wants a piece of me. But maybe there’s more than the noise I see. It beats the hell outta being alone— Close my eyes… let them drone