So I moved to the city
But I still can't get an offer
I get tips on life, and tips on songs
Like how to write one and make a million dollars
I guess thats all they care about.

They say "your face is all wrong,"
And "your vocal is too nasal,"
Yeah "your eyes don't beam and your height and weight,
are a fraction of whats normal."
So tell me, what is normal?


If there was a part of me that could be what I wanted to be
I'd be doing this here right now for you
Up on stage screaming insecurities across a dimly lit room
Yeah, I'd be screaming them for you.

So am I wasting my time writing line after line
Of these silly melodies that do no one any good?
Well, at least they make me feel better.

And every night I take a drink
Just to help myself think
That things are still blue and green
And that one day this won't just be a dream
If so, I want to stay asleep forever.

If there was a part of me that could be what I wanted to be
I'd be doing this here right now for you
Up on stage screaming insecurities across a dimly lit room
Yeah, I'd be screaming them for you.