Intro
A#m C# G# F# F# C# G# G#
[Verse]
A#m F# C# G#
Step 1: You write a simple chorus. Don't you bore us with an intro or a clever little verse
A#m F# C# G#
Step 2: stop pretending there's some kinda of formula for making it, I've never been so sure
A#m F# C# G#
Only time will tell me if I'm something, if I'm cursed or if I'm cunning, if I'm talented or stale
A#m F# C# G#
‘Cause every song is an attempt to just impress you, it's an educated guess to light a bulb or ring a bell
[Chorus]
A#m C# G# F#
And here I am as I cut corners on a left turn up a sentimental street
A#m C# G# F#
And all I do I do to make my parents proud of who I am or who I'm 'bout to be
A#m C# G# F#
Yeah, here I am, gotta hand it to me, I can write a tune
A#m C# F# G# F# A#m
I guess success just still depends on who I'm singing to
[Instrumental]
A#m C# G# F# F# C# G# G#
[Verse]
A#m F#
Been working hard, feeling tense, worrying about my fashion sense
C# G#
Since when do I give up an inch to incidental tackiness?
A#m F#
I'm disoriented, so distracted from my bit
C# G#
But should I fight to force the issue when I'm out of lubricant
A#m F#
To help this? To help my words come easy, to help to ease the heat we
C# G#
Generate from friction, wishin' inspiration wouldn't treat me
A#m F#
Like I'm a leper, build me right up to the edge
C# G#
Of a legend just to pull back leaving fame inside my head
A#m F#
I'm at an open mic, feeling like that token guy
C# G#
"Please buy my CD, it's worth 10 dollars but I'll take a five"
A#m F#
There's so much talent balanced on a rusty knife
C# G#
Can I compete with guys who have been playing their entire lives?
A#m F#
For I am tied to mind my manners and my language
C# G#
‘Cause “heck”'s the only exclamation I can get away with
A#m F#
‘Cause my grandma's gonna listen to this and I still refuse
C# G#
To sway her sweet opinion of me or lose her approval
A#m F#
But it'd be nice to emphasise the weight of what I say
C# G#
Tell me which one will convince you that I'm finally okay; I'm Okay or I'm Goddamn Okay?
[Chorus]
A#m C# G# F#
And here I am as I cut corners on a left turn up a sentimental street
A#m C# G# F#
And all I do I do to make my parents proud of who I am or who I'm 'bout to be
A#m C# G# F#
Yeah, here I am, gotta hand it to me, I can write a tune
A#m C# F# G# F# A#m
I guess success just still depends on who I'm singing to
[Instrumental]
A#m C# G# F# F# C# G# G#
[Verse]
A#m F#
I'm not a gambler but I bet you're esoteric
C# G#
Tearing down these local artists as too poppy or generic
A#m F#
It's apparent you regard your judgement in such high esteem
C# G#
But it's as welcome as Americans as tourists overseas, I'm seeing
A#m F#
I'm seeing people asking where they go to find my stuff
C# G#
And yeah I'm up on iTunes next to every band with 30 bucks
A#m F#
D# dozen albums sold, to me it's like a treasure
C# G#
But I guess I'm far from Guinness, I'm not setting any records
A#m F#
I'm making Indie music that may never top the charts
C# G#
But like the greatest chefs'll tell you, my fanbase is getting larger
A#m F#
I'm half a hermit, introverted if I'm honest
C# G#
The fact I'm here's a testament to how badly I want it
A#m F#
‘Cause I, I've no aversion to searching, to look and wonder
C# G#
Or to try out different styles or to leave my zone of comfort
A#m F#
‘cause I can flirt with burning candles but they'll either all extinguish
C# G#
Or they'll blacken all my fingers ‘til I lose all sense of feeling, I like
A#m F#
I like my girls like I like my schedule: Hectic
C# G#
I like beauty, smarts and talent but that order's alphabetic
A#m F#
I'm a sucker for an independent girl who needs her space
C# G#
Because I used to cling like static back when I was a teenager
A#m F#
I may never recapture the happiness of that first love
C# G#
'cause I was unaware of what a heartache really was
A#m F#
So now I guard a little harder, lusting for a crush
C# G#
And I can see it's so unhealthy when it bubbles up at once
A#m F#
I'm not breaking any ground, I think this problem's pretty ancient
C# G#
It's the fabric of a classic passed down every generation
A#m F#
So to summarise this song for all the people that've been watching this;
C# G#
Find another artist if you don't like stream of consciousness
[Instrumental]
A#m C# G# F#
[Chorus]
A#m C# G# F#
And here I am as I cut corners on a left turn up a sentimental street
A#m C# G# F#
And all I do I do to make my parents proud of who I am or who I'm 'bout to be
A#m C# G# F#
Yeah, here I am, gotta hand it to me, I can write a tune
A#m C# F# G# F# A#m
I guess success just still depends on who I'm singing to
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