Matt Nathanson - More Than This lyrics

What a spoiled boy I've been
My mouth full, mess, my arms outstreched
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"

I'm tired of baring my teeth when I smile