Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Who I'm Singin' To , by - Bug Hunter. Release date: 19.03.2017
Song language: English
Who I'm Singin' To |
| Step 1, write a simple chorus don’t bore |
| us with an intro or a clever little verse |
| step 2, stop pretending theres some kind 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, |
| its 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 |
| All I do I do to make my parents |
| proud of who I am or who I’m 'bout to be |
| 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 |
| 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 legend just to pull back leaving fame inside my head |
| I’m at an open mic, feeling like that token guy |
| «Please buy My CD’s its worth 10 dollars but I’ll take a five» |
| 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 mind my manners and my language |
| cuz 'hecks the only exclamation I can get away with |
| cuz my grandmas 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 emphasize the weight of what I say |
| tell me which one will convince you that |
| I’m finally okay? |
| I’m Okay, or I’m Goddamn Okay |
| And here I am as I cut corners on a left turn up a sentimental street |
| All I do I do to make my parents |
| proud of who I am or who I’m 'bout to be |
| 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 seein |
| I’m Seein people asking where they go to find my stuff |
| A dozen albums sold, to me its like a treasure, |
| But I guess I’m far from guiness I’m not setting any records |
| and I’m making Indie music that will never top the charts |
| but like the greatest chef’s in Paris 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 |
| I’ve no aversion to searching, to look or 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 |
| till 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 orders alphabetic |
| I’m a sucker for independence a girl who needs her space |
| 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 lusting for a crush |
| and I can see its so unhealthy when it bubbles up at once |
| I’m not breaking any ground I think this problem’s pretty ancient |
| its the fabric of a classic passed down every generation |
| So to summarize this song for all |
| the people that’ve been watching this |
| find another artist if you don’t like stream of consciousness |