You can have all I don't
A house and picket fence veneer
The beautiful photo's
But you're a whore my dear

I don't need the pretences
Your shallow attempts at popularity
See I can't take anything with when I die
But I can die saying I had integrity

I don't need your titles
That's not who I am
I'm not defined by fancy dinners
Or pissing contests, I'm just a man

I don't need to speak of saving
A world that doesn't want to be saved
I don't need to stand up and preach
Pretending to be brave

I'll cry if I need to
Express every rotten emotion
I'll love endlessly if I want to
Without marketing or promotion

Without Facebook likes
Or fancy public opinion
You can have the world
Its no real consolation