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who i’m singing to - bug hunter lyrics

step 1: you write a simple chorus. don’t you bore us with an intro or a clever little verse
step 2: stop pretending there’s some kinda of formula for making it, i’ve never been so sure
only time will tell me if i’m something, if i’m cursed or if i’m cunning, if i’m talented or stale
‘cause every song is an attempt to just impress you, it’s an educated guess to light a bulb or ring a bell

and here i am as i cut corners on a left turn up a sentimental street
and all i do i do to make my parents proud of who i am or who i’m ’bout to be
yeah, here i am gotta hand it to me, i can write a tune
i guess success just still depends on who i’m singing to

been working hard, feeling tense, worrying about my fashion sense
since when do i give up an inch to incidental tackiness?
i’m disoriented, so distracted from my bit
but should i fight to force the issue when i’m out of lubricant
to help this? to help my words come easy, to help to ease the heat we
generate from friction wishin’ inspiration wouldn’t treat me
like i’m a leper build me right up to the edge
of a legend just to pull back leaving fame inside my head
i’m at an open mic, feeling like that token guy
“please buy my cds it’s worth 10 dollars but i’ll take a five”
there’s so much talent balanced on a rusty knife
can i compete with guys who have been playing their entire lives?
for i am tied to my mind my manners and my language
‘cause “heck”’s the only exclamation i can get away with
‘cause my grandma’s gonna listen to this and i still refuse
to sway her sweet opinion of me or lose her approval
but it’d be nice to emphasise the weight of what i say
tell me which one will convince you that i’m finally okay; i’m okay or i’m godd-mn okay?

and here i am as i cut corners on a left turn up a sentimental street
and all i do i do to make my parents proud of who i am or who i’m ’bout to be
yeah here i am gotta hand it to me, i can write a tune
i guess success just still depends on who i’m singing to

i’m not a gambler but i bet you’re esoteric
tearing down these local artists as too poppy or generic
it’s apparent you regard your judgement in such high esteem
but it’s as welcome as americans as tourists overseas i’m seeing
i’m seeing people asking where they go to find my stuff
and yeah i’m up on itunes next to every band with 30 bucks
a dozen albums sold, to me it’s like a treasure
but i guess i’m far from guinness i’m not setting any records
i’m making indie music that may never top the charts
but like the greatest chefs’ll tell you my fanbase is getting larger
i’m half a hermit introverted if i’m honest
the fact i’m here’s a testament to how badly i want it
‘cause i i’ve no aversion to searching, to look and wonder
or to try out different styles or to leave my zone of comfort
‘cause i can flirt with burning candles but they’ll either all extinguish
or they’ll blacken all my fingers ‘til i lose all sense of feeling i like
i like my girls like i like my schedule:
hectic
i like beauty, smarts and talent but that order’s alphabetic
i’m a sucker for a independent girl who needs her sp-ce
because i used to cling like static back when i was a teenager
i may never recapture the happiness of that first love
’cause i was unaware of what a heartache really was
so now i guard a little harder l-sting for a crush
and i can see it’s so unhealthy when it bubbles up at once
i’m not breaking any ground i think this problem’s pretty ancient
it’s the fabric of a cl-ssic p-ssed down every generation
so to summarise this song for all the people that’ve been watching this;
find another artist if you don’t like stream of consciousness

- bug hunter lyrics

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