ALMOST FAMOUS

I'm 24 and still ashamed
 To say I'm broke and awfully vain
 I'm rarely home
 'Cause when I am I overthink
 I'm almost famous and I already hate it
 They just wanna see what I'm made of
 Will you cover all my bruises with makeup?
 Broken bones are all that I'm made of
 Everybody wants to chase the dream
 But they don't even know what that means
 Everybody wants a piece of me
 Until they start to see I'm struggling
 All alone I lost control
 A couple miles down the road
 All alone I'll find my home
 A couple miles down the road
 And all my days, they end the same
 I take a hit, relive the pain
 Am I the one who needs to change
 What's the difference anyways?
 I'm almost famous and I already hate it
 They just wanna see what you're made of
 When you bury all your fears under makeup
 Broken bones are all that I'm made of
 Everybody wants to chase a dream
 But they don't even know what that means
 Everybody wants a piece of me
 Until they start to see I'm struggling
 All alone I lost control
 A couple miles down the road
 All alone I'll find my home
 A couple miles down the road
 Down the road
 My broken bones
 Will turn to stone
 I'll find my home
 All alone I lost control
 A couple miles down the road
 All alone I'll find my home
 A couple miles down the road