(W)hole

Fame is rarely an immaculate conception I’ve done a lot of things I didn’t want to do Chose compromised positions over rejection now I wear my shame like a broken–heeled shoe They said I have talent from heaven above The sky was the limit in the backs of their cars Looking back, honey, quid pro quo isn’t love But they said, in their hands, they would make me a star It gets hot in the lights on the stage every night But it can get really dark in your soul I try to be greater than the sum of my parts But I know that I’ll never be whole At first they flatter and then they dissect Keep you so wasted you don’t know where you’ve been They’re your Svengali, give you a lot to correct Never a moment secure in your own skin It don’t even sound like my song anymore I don’t know who’s staring me back in the mirror It’s all image that you buy in the store If they ain’t buying I’ll be gone in a year It wasn’t overnight, or even a year Choice was an illusion, my options few Built walls ‘tween my lover and those I hold dear You will never convince me that nobody knew Leather couch sticking to the back of my thighs Keeping my mouth shut ’til the deal was through Now there’s something dead in back of my eyes I hitched myself to a star that I didn’t choose It gets hot in the lights on the way stage every night But it can get really dark in your soul I try to be greater than the sum of my parts But I know that I’ll never be whole I know that I’ll never be whole Yeah, I know that I’ll never be whole I know that I’ll never, never ever be whole