Pirate Bones
Natasha Bedingfield Lyrics


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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 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

[Chorus]
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 a desert with a bag full of gold
Don't wanna end up like pirate bones
What I thought was precious was just a pile o' 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
Could 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, oh

[Chorus]

It's not wroth that much to me
If losing out is what it means
To swim in shallow victory
Is empty, empty
It's just not worth the price
It's only a fools paradise
If it's draining every drop of life 'til I'm dry like pirate bones





[Chorus]

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Natasha Bedingfield's "Pirate Bones" convey a message about the importance of being true to oneself and not trading away one's values for success, no matter how enticing it may seem. Bedingfield raises questions about the price of conformity and the pitfalls of chasing after material wealth and success without considering their true worth. The lyrics evoke a sense of existential anxiety, as the singer seems to be grappling with the fear of losing herself to societal expectations and the pressure to conform. The repetition of the question "what's the point in it?" underscores the futility of chasing after success at the cost of one's authenticity.


The chorus of the song drives home the message that the price of success is not worth forfeiting one's soul or losing what truly matters. The metaphorical image of ending up like pirate bones is a potent symbol of the cost of chasing after something that is ultimately empty and unsatisfying. Bedingfield's lyrics reveal her keen understanding of the human condition and her ability to articulately express complex emotions and ideas in her songs.


Line by Line Meaning

What if I squeeze myself into any shape And I still don't fit?
What if I try to fit into someone else's mold, yet I am still not accepted?


What if I bend myself so much that I break And I can't mend it?
What if I compromise my own beliefs so much that I can never recover?


What if I burn so bright that the fire goes out And I can't stay lit?
What if I work so hard to be successful, but end up exhausted and unable to enjoy it?


What's the point in it?
What's the purpose of striving so hard if it doesn't bring happiness?


I could get good at crying crocodile tears Just to get along
I could learn to fake my emotions to fit in with others.


I could carry on telling you wanna hear 'til my voice is gone
I could continuously lie to make others happy, even if it's at the cost of my own authenticity.


But if I finally get to the place that I think is home And I don't belong What's the point in it?
What's the point of reaching my goals if I still feel like I don't fit in?


Where's the benefit? When I'm gaining all but I'm losing it
What's the value of success if it comes at the cost of my own happiness?


It's not worth having If it's too much to hold
It's not worth pursuing something if it's too hard to handle or manage.


You can dig so deep That you're left with a hole
You can invest so much energy into something that you end up with nothing in return.


Thirsty in a desert with a bag full of gold Don't wanna end up like pirate bones
I don't want to be in a situation where I have everything I need but still feel unhappy.


What I thought was precious was just a pile o' stones I might have the treasure but I'd be lying alone Just a pile of pirate bones
What I thought was valuable turns out to be worthless in the end.


If I forfeit my soul it ain't worth having If it's something I stole it ain't worth having
If I compromise my values or obtain something illegitimately, it's not worth keeping.


What if I stake everything I am on a dream And it's counterfeit?
What if my hopes and aspirations turn out to be false?


If I reach the end that justifies the means Could I live with it?
If I achieve my goals through unethical means, can I truly be content?


And if it's true that having too much of any good thing Could only make me sick What's the point in it Where's the benefit When I'm gaining all but I'm losing it
If too much of something good ends up being harmful, then what's the point of striving for it?


It's not wroth that much to me If losing out is what it means To swim in shallow victory Is empty, empty
Winning at the cost of losing one's integrity is not worth it to me.


It's just not worth the price It's only a fools paradise If it's draining every drop of life 'til I'm dry like pirate bones
It's not worth sacrificing my well-being for the illusion of success.


Chorus
The chorus emphasizes the idea that success isn't worth it if it doesn't bring happiness or is obtained through unethical means.




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: WAYNE WILKINS, STEPHEN KIPNER, ANDREW FRAMPTON, NATASHA BEDINGFIELD

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on Pocketful of Sunshine

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