Passing Out Pieces Of Me-Mac Demarco

　　Watching my life, passing right in front of my eyes

　　Hell of a story, oh is it boring?

　　Can’t claim to care, never been reluctant to share

　　Passing out pieces of me, don’t you know nothing comes free?

　　What mom don’t know has taken its toll on me

　　It’s all I’ve seen that can’t be wiped clean

　　It’s hard to believe what it’s made of me

　　Passing my life, living it out in her sight

　　Listening closely, hearing her mostly

　　Can’t shake concern, seems that every time that I turn

　　I’m passing out pieces of me, don’t you know nothing comes free?

　　What mom don’t know has taken its toll on me

　　It’s all I’ve seen that can’t be wiped clean

　　It’s hard to believe what it’s made of me