Other People's Riches

I call it the gnawing When my stomach tells me that it's missing something But it's never full I'm feeling the wanting While the faces on the podium are smiling With their gold medals I knew what I wanted Just to prove that I could be the best at something But it's not enough 'Cause I never loved it Like I love playing three chords in someone's basement How it lifts me up It hurts too much to be up at night Over what is and is not mine They can keep their accolades and keep their fame Other people's riches aren't mine to claim I thought I'd be a failure if I didn't reach the top Hated every minute but believed I couldn't stop Every miserable competitor needs someone to tell them There's something else, there's always something else It hurts too much to be up at night Over what is and is not mine They can keep their accolades and keep their fame Other people's riches aren't mine to claim Whoa-oh Other people's riches aren't mine to claim Whoa-oh Other people's riches aren't mine to claim