ALMOST FAMOUS feat. Mark Hoppus

What is it you're trying to do with your life?

I'm twenty-four and still ashamed

To say I'm broken 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 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

Down the road

My broken bones (Yeah, woah)

Will turn to stone

I'll find my home (Oh)

All alone, I lost control

A couple miles down the road

All alone, I'll find my home

A couple miles down the road