Who Im Singin To

Em  G  D  C     C  G   D  D


[Verse]

Em           C                   
Step 1: You write a simple 
            G                    
chorus. Don't you bore us with an 
      D
intro or a clever little verse
Em        C                      
Step 2: stop pretending there's 
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some kinda of formula for making 
      D
it, I've never been so sure
Em             C           
Only time will tell me if I'm 
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something, if I'm cursed or if I'm 
                   D
cunning, if I'm talented or stale
Em                         C     
‘Cause every song is an attempt 
to just impress you, it's an 
  G                          D
educated guess to light a bulb or 
ring a bell


[Chorus]

Em         G           D        
And here I am as I cut corners 
                   C
on a left turn up a sentimental 
street
Em         G           D        
And all I do I do to make my 
                   C
parents proud of who I am or who I'm
 'bout to be
Em         G            D       
Yeah, here I am, gotta hand it 
        C
to me, I can write a tune
Em      G                     C 
I guess success just still 
      D       C       Em
depends on who I'm singing to


[Instrumental]

Em  G  D  C     C  G   D  D


[Verse]

Em                                
Been working hard, feeling tense, 
C
worrying about my fashion sense
           G                       
Since when do I give up an inch to 
 D
incidental tackiness?
Em                        C
I'm disoriented, so distracted from 
my bit
              G                
But should I fight to force the 
                D
issue when I'm out of lubricant

Em                                
To help this? To help my words come 
C
easy, to help to ease the heat we
 G                             
Generate from friction, wishin' 
    D
inspiration wouldn't treat me
Em                          C
Like I'm a leper, build me right up 
to the edge
           G                 
Of a legend just to pull back 
         D
leaving fame inside my head

Em                    C
I'm at an open mic, feeling like 
that token guy
   G                          D
"Please buy my CD, it's worth 10 
dollars but I'll take a five"
Em                                
There's so much talent balanced on a
C
 rusty knife
Continues after the ad
           G                    
Can I compete with guys who have 
                D
been playing their entire lives?

Em                          C
For I am tied to mind my manners and
 my language
           G                       
‘Cause “heck”'s the only 
 D
exclamation I can get away with
Em                                
‘Cause my grandma's gonna listen 
         C
to this and I still refuse
     G                           D
To sway her sweet opinion of me or 
lose her approval

Em                                
But it'd be nice to emphasise the 
C
weight of what I say
           G                       
Tell me which one will convince you
 D
 that I'm finally okay; I'm Okay or 
I'm Goddamn Okay?


[Chorus]

Em         G           D        
And here I am as I cut corners 
                   C
on a left turn up a sentimental 
street
Em         G           D        
And all I do I do to make my 
                   C
parents proud of who I am or who I'm
 'bout to be
Em         G            D       
Yeah, here I am, gotta hand it 
        C
to me, I can write a tune
Em      G                     C 
I guess success just still 
      D       C       Em
depends on who I'm singing to


[Instrumental]

Em  G  D  C     C  G   D  D


[Verse]

Em                      C
I'm not a gambler but I bet you're 
esoteric
        G                          
Tearing down these local artists as
     D
 too poppy or generic
Em                          
It's apparent you regard your 
            C
judgement in such high esteem
            G                      
But it's as welcome as Americans as
     D
 tourists overseas, I'm seeing

Em                      C
I'm seeing people asking where they 
go to find my stuff
        G                        
And yeah I'm up on iTunes next to 
  D
every band with 30 bucks
Em                      C
A dozen albums sold, to me it's like
 a treasure
        G                          
But I guess I'm far from Guinness, 
        D
I'm not setting any records

Em                            
I'm making Indie music that may 
   C
never top the charts
              G                    
But like the greatest chefs'll tell
            D
 you, my fanbase is getting larger
Em                       C
I'm half a hermit, introverted if 
I'm honest
        G                          
The fact I'm here's a testament to 
     D
how badly I want it

Em                          
‘Cause I, I've no aversion to 
     C
searching, to look and wonder
        G                          
Or to try out different styles or 
     D
to leave my zone of comfort
Em                            
‘cause I can flirt with burning 
                       C
candles but they'll either all 
extinguish
        G                        
Or they'll blacken all my fingers 
       D
‘til I lose all sense of feeling, I 
like

Em                      C
I like my girls like I like my 
schedule: Hectic
        G                          
I like beauty, smarts and talent 
       D
but that order's alphabetic
Em                              C
I'm a sucker for an independent girl
 who needs her space
        G                          
Because I used to cling like static
     D
 back when I was a teenager

Em                      C
I may never recapture the happiness 
of that first love
        G                     
'cause I was unaware of what a 
          D
heartache really was
Em                            
So now I guard a little harder, 
  C
lusting for a crush
        G                          
And I can see it's so unhealthy 
     D
when it bubbles up at once

Em                                
I'm not breaking any ground, I 
       C
think this problem's pretty ancient
        G                          
It's the fabric of a classic passed
     D
 down every generation
Em                                
So to summarise this song for all 
   C
the people that've been watching 
this;
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Find another artist if you don't 
like stream of consciousness


[Instrumental]

Em  G  D  C


[Chorus]

Em         G           D        
And here I am as I cut corners 
                   C
on a left turn up a sentimental 
street
Em         G           D        
And all I do I do to make my 
                   C
parents proud of who I am or who I'm
 'bout to be
Em         G            D       
Yeah, here I am, gotta hand it 
                    C
to me, I can write a tune
Em      G                     C 
I guess success just still 
      D       C       Em
depends on who I'm singing to