Natasha Bedingfield - Pirate Bones

What if I squeeze myself into any shape
And I still don’t fit?
What if I bend myself so much that I break
And I can’t mend it?
What if I burn so bright that the fire goes out
And I can’t stay lit?
What’s the point in it?

I could get good at crying crocodile tears
Just to get along
I could carry on telling you
What you wanna hear´
'Til my voice is gone
But if I finally get to the place
That I think is home
And I don’t belong
What’s the point in it?
Where’s the benefit?
When I’m gaining all but I’m losing it

It’s not worth having
If it’s too much to hold
You can dig so deep that you’re left with a hole
Thirsty in the desert with a bag full of gold
Don’t wanna end up like pirate bones
What I thought was precious, was just a pile of stones
I might have the treasure but I’d be lying alone
Just a pile of pirate bones
If I forfeit my soul it ain’t worth having
If it’s something I stole
It ain’t worth having

What if I stake everything I am on a dream
And it’s counterfeit?
If I reach the end that justifies the means
Could I live with it?
And if it’s true that having too much of any good thing
Can only make me sick
What’s the point in it?
Where’s the benefit?
When I’m gaining all but I’m losing it
Oh It’s not worth having
If it’s too much to hold
You can dig so deep that you’re left with a hole
Thirsty in the desert with a bag full of gold
Don’t wanna end up like pirate bones
What I thought was precious, was just a pile of stones
I might have the treasure but I’d be lying alone
Pirate bones
If I forfeit my soul it ain’t worth having
If it’s something I stole
It ain’t worth having

It’s not worth that much to me
If losing all is what it means
To swim in shallow victory
It’s empty, empty...
It’s just not worth the price
It’s only a fools paradise
It’s draining every drop of life till I’m dry like
Pirate bones

It’s not worth having
If it’s too much to hold
You can dig so deep that you’re left with a hole
Thirsty in the desert with a bag full of gold
Don’t wanna end up like pirate bones
What I thought was precious, was just a pile of stones
I might have the treasure but I’d be lying alone
Just a pile of pirate bones
If I forfeit my soul it ain’t worth having
If it’s something I stole
It ain’t worth having

Pirate bones
Pirate bones
What I thought was precious, was just a pile of stones
Pirate bones
Pirate bones
Oh, yeah, oh
If I forfeit my soul it ain't worth having