Ego Hungry from Puzzle Pieces by Abby Carpenter

I met you on the Ides of March: the night that my life bloomed.
We were sitting close on the couch, drunk in the living room.
I thought you were kinda cute, but I wasn’t in love yet,
‘Til we spent a week in West Branch and made love under my bed, baby.
But you knew I was damaged and it didn’t change your rules.
I let you take a part of me and now I’m stuck playing the fool.

‘Cause you’re ego hungry and touch starved,
Feeding off my hopeful heart.
You call yourself an actor, so play my part.
It’s too late now, you’ve already left your
You left your mark, babe.

Used to apologize all the time, even when I was right.
I knew that I had to step aside for your spot in the light.
You told your friends I was kinda cute, but you knew just where you stood.
Besides, a man who lets his own folks pay his rent is still lost in childhood.
I had considered you my best friend, with me through all our lows,
But the first time I’m happy you jaded it with high school shit you can’t let go.

‘Cause you’re ego hungry and touch starved,
Feeding off my hopeful heart.
You call yourself an actor, so play my part.
It’s too late now, you’ve already left your
You left your mark, babe.

You found out I can sing and you don’t like that.
I can wear my own ring but you don’t like that.
I say “I love you” and you don’t like that,
Startin ta hate ya - you know I tried my best.

But you’re ego hungry and touch starved,
Feeding off my hopeful heart.
You call yourself an actor, so play my part.
It’s too late now, you’ve already left your
You left your mark, babe.

‘Cause you’re ego hungry and touch starved,
Feeding off my hopeful heart.
You call yourself an actor, so play my part.
It’s too late now, you’ve already left your
You left your mark, babe.

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