If I’m a bird than you’re a bigger bird Up to this point I’ve been a might bit tight fit flightless bird not taking flight but only word A word that’s all right to take back home; I’ll take your word, if you could do anything to make me feel like I’m not alone up on this perch. A branch that started smaller than I thought A branch that reaches taller than it ought Ought 16. What a year to be alive. Am I right? Am I right? Emma, right? I work hard to make you work hard but that doesn’t mean when I’m not trying to fly I’m too tired to try. I try to make you know me. I try to make you see me. I try to make you love me. I try to make a home. Me. The bird. You. The jet airoplane, sinking again Down, one step Down two steps Down Three steps. If I’m a bird than you’re a goddamn hippopotamus. The friendships are dead but the songs still have meaning. The heart of it’s gone but the empty space where it once was is still beating The reason for continuing on still isn’t clear but I work hard to make sure my hard work doesn’t just disappear. I take things personally. But I am a person. Only if you find joy in a bubble of self-loathing going from person to person saying. Do you like me? Do you understand me? Do you know me? Please like me. Please understand me. Please know me. You don’t owe me anything but the understanding that I am easy to paint in a thousand different ways, but people still insist on using the same few shades of a pitiful little palet of mixed blues, blacks, and greys. What about purple? That’s my favorite color. What about green or orange explore more than just another canvas struck with boring out of luck paint fucked and fucked up poured out and shut down before the brush ever touched the paper! If I’m a painting of a bird than you’re a sculpture of my neighbor from down the street who played with me every day for 9 years until he started letting people tell him I was too arrogant. If I’m a painting of a bird than you’re a screen print of the loads of people who see me perform and assume I’m too busy or want nothing to do with them If I’m a painting of a bird than you’re a digital media piece about the intricacies of dialogue said to one person and heard by another resulting in the unfaltering opinion that that person is not worth your time. If I’m a painting of a bird than you’re a painting of a big ass bird. I’ve talked shit. I’m not free of this. I am not the pontius pilate washing my hands and my conscience of my conscious decision to be half a good person and half a piece of shit. If you really got to know me you’d be irritated as fuck If you really got to know me you’d learn that that irritation is a by-product of a ton of passion and caring that I work hard to give to every person I know. I work hard to give to every person I know. I work hard but maybe not hard enough so that when you think I go off and become a complete piece of shit you feel like you need to reel me back in. I disagree with you, I don’t dislike you. You disagree with me, I’m not surprised. I’m easy enough to be an unlikeable guy, but I promise there’s more than what you’ve heard of me. I promise there’s more than what you think of me. I promise you would find something if you would just get know me, but I guess a word or two from someone who doesn’t have a clue who I am is enough for you, so that’s enough for me. But that’s not enough for me. I have a thick skin, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want people to like me. I have strong opinions, but I’m more than excited to hear some of yours. I have confidence to the point of arrogance. I know I’m great, but I will never feel like I am greater than anybody else. Is it too much to ask for me to introduce myself to someone and not have them say, I know. You don’t. You don’t know. I am a bird. I am flightless. I don’t know what kind of bird you are because I don’t know you. You think you know me and maybe you know parts. But the problem is the part when the knowing ends and the assuming begins. I don’t need your help making an ass out of myself. I do that just fine on my own I’m not fine on my own. I’m not fine with not being known by people. Please, someone other than the people I have to beat myself into give me the time of day Please, someone feel like you know me well enough to know that there are things I mean and things I say and that I’m aware I use harsher language than I should, but I’m a passionate guy trying to combat the harshness of being told I’m too arrogant to fly. I’m not ok that people who have never taken the time to know me telling other people who I am. I’m not ok with the idea that I can say something that someone doesn’t like and instead of them talking to me about it, they talk behind my back. But I’ve talked shit. I’m not free of this. I’m just a flightless man tarred and feathered, tethered to a better half of a shitty situation. and the situation is this Poor me, I’m so talented that nobody likes me. Whether you agree I’m talented or not we’re two birds of a letter. A couple of letters. U and I, together impeded by the thought of forever knowing the flightless fight has already been fought. And in case you forgot, you don’t know me, but I don’t know you. So all I’ve done is assume and that’s exactly what I don’t want you to do. So I’m sorry. And I can never say sorry enough, but I’m not asking for your love. I’m asking for your like. If you’re a bird than I’m your beak. If you’re a hippopotamus than I’m your teeth. If you’re a painting of a bird than I’m the painting on the canvas underneath that it’s ok that you painted over. If you’re a person than just keep in mind that I too am a human being.

No one knows who you are A smile on a pretty face; a person saying random phrases You’re the best of them by far The greatest friend I’ll never meet; couches filled with reverie Blank stares, bold statements A color I just can’t describe; when 30 seconds feels like 5 Arguments in a basement Go to for the silver screen; a character is all I’ll ever see Not even you know who you are, not even you know what you want Not only should you say fuck that part, the way that you are cannot be taught A conversation in a school van A space of comfortability lacking any irony The biggest problem of a lifespan The ease of passing through a couple lives with only common pleasantries Quirky attitudes and meaningless moments A girl identified by halves of components A serial outlier meant for someone else Can’t even know unless you take it upon yourself Not even you know who you are, not even you know what you want Not only should you say fuck that part, the way that you are cannot be taught Instrumental Never assume you know someone People don’t even know themselves so you’ll almost never be right Never expect to feel like you are done You may know less and less, but that’s the best part of a great night Not even you know who you are, not even you know what you want Not only should you say fuck that part, the way that you are cannot be taught

A passing glance Tip toe around until I sit Won’t take the chance on all of it but you’ve already caught my eye Don’t hold your breath There’s just no way it stays this good Don’t quote me yet it’s understood that every person starts a lie A lie! Look good in blue Who even says a line like that How do you do? Oh god, I can’t. Lord knows that I don’t even know Get what I mean A passionate exchange between Two focused heads collide end scene, hey thanks, (clap) you’re all are free to go To go! And when I’m gone, you’re only better off I love goodbyes because catharsis is my drug Give me a reason I’ll get emotional But it’s just to recreate it for my next great leading role Sit on my couch A shitty movie plays too long Not much about it, scenes go on and we’re the only ones to laugh I’ll set the stage A person stands on either side They’re face to face but neither hide the way they know they really feel They feel! And when I’m gone, you’re only better off I love goodbyes because catharsis is my drug Give me a reason I’ll get emotional But it’s just to recreate it for my next great leading role Don’t say goodbye

Hurting the one you love, it sucks But you don’t get a gold star for being the stupid one who fucked it up But I could settle for second place as long as you are first What’s worse than getting last is knowing I’m the one I hurt I only cry when I’m alone It’s just to feel so I can recreate the moment on my own A writer’s greatest tools are days he wishes he were dead If I had I bullet I’d still sing myself to bed If I go home I’ll probly write a song about it If I go home You’ll miss me but I highly doubt If I go home My room will be a bit too crowded I think I’ll stay the night Think of the songs that you could get If every lyric made you feel just that much more like fucking shit Cos then you’d be perpetually making yourself worse But I would cut my arm off just to write another verse… If I go home I’ll want to call you out of habit If I go home I’ll seem a bit overdramatic If I go home My mind and I will have a chat I think I’ll stay the night Instrumental Excuses are the devils of my past Well that’s a bit dramatic cos I know that I can’t make the feelings last The only thing that I despise more than having no control Is controlling the only outcome I’m prepared to leave at home And I only wonder what I could have done with you around There’s an atom splitting somewhere but it doesn’t make a sound I’ll be screaming everyday until my feelings are all gone If I Go Home Right Now, you know, I’ll Probably Write a Song To the girl I loved completely until I just forgot I’d say all the things I love but see, you put me on the spot If I only get one song to tell you everything I feel Than I blew my chance again cos this isn’t even the half of it If I go home I know there’s only so much left If I go home I can’t pretend that I’d forget If I go home All I know is I’ll regret I think you should stay the night

I’m not fine, I’ve never been, I’ll never be The one to tell you you’re the one Keep in mind, I tend to just repeat, but it’s probably Because I keep on thinking I’m not wrong If there’s a thing to say here, I just can’t seem to find it Hello! It’s me. I’m fucking begging here again Maybe I’ll be better on my own, better on my own Don’t call, I’ll just persuade you to come home You’re too good for me, but too good just to leave me all alone But maybe we’d both be better off I’m so tired, of doing this again, can I just pretend For a second that I’ve got some self control Now and then, it’ll all feel right, I won’t complain or fight Against the one who knows how I really am If there’s a thing to say here, I just can’t seem to find it Hello! It’s me. I’m fucking begging here again Maybe I’ll be better on my own, better on my own Don’t call, I’ll just persuade you to come home You’re too good for me, but too good just to leave me all alone But maybe we’d both be better off I mean, we’re fighting just to try and stop the fight But I would fight a thousand times To keep you as a friend of mine To lose would be to prove that I’m not wrong If there’s a thing to say here, than it’s too deep just to throw into a song Hello! It’s me. I’ll fucking beg until I die Maybe you’ll be better on your own, better on your own Please call, I’ll just explain that I’m what’s wrong You’re too good for me, but too good not to hear it in a song Maybe we’d both be better off, but fuck that

I’m afraid of the dark It’s always been that way and it will stay the same until the day I die But I was born to be alone so cover up the sun is in your eyes Some faults are brought to light in a rush I’ve got a feeling that you’re having trouble dealing with what I don’t think is much But you weren’t meant to know yourself at all, so stop the call, help is on its way But I, I will survive Even if I turn the corner and I find you’re not alive Some faults are hard to shed, My fault is all that I can see in an empty hospital bed Inst. I’m afraid I was right You’ve always had my back when it was wrong but your excuse was we were tight But it’s a noose, I strung us both to die, and now the only comfort I’m allowed is knowing neither of us cried But wait, I took my time And did it well, I followed every code I’d locked inside my mind It’s not enough, now what I love, has payed the price for my selfish slice of life But I, I will survive There’s an endless sea of murderers without the chance to hide The man, the man is done, the man is dead, but the passenger’s alive Inst. I’ve caused so much pain And suffering. I bring amounts of which I can’t hope to contain Say it’s a choice, I say it’s life, above the knife’s the only way I live The last thing you said was see you later, I said good bye but then I love you but I won’t get a reply The monsters are very real and now that I’m like all of you I only wish I didn’t feel The last thing I deserve to do is die Inst. End weird.

Look what we’ve done It’s over now, but everyone will remember it Nobody else Could have brought myself To the perfect place 4 4 short years We’re better off having known everybody here No I’m not the same I’ll never be And that’s just fine with me I could spend a lifetime with you In fact any time with you is the life that I would want Don’t let me hold back There’s a lot to say But we’ve got everyday Turn around, turn around, turn around, turn around and see that I’m standing here. I’m here with you Don’t ask me how but we’re about, yeah we amount to more than either one of us alone And that’s the best thing I could ask for Here for me, you’re here for me, you’re here for me, don’t dare repeat again or I’ll break this down, no I’ll break right down Drop all our shit into one car you’ve been saying you’ve been saying west is what it’s been from the start Let’s not forget our start was here Oh, oh, oh Don’t you dare say that there’s a better way, you wouldn’t listen I’ve been trying for a couple of years But at someone else’s expense cos I’m a fuck around A self-obsessed self-confidence capped off with some self-acclaimed famed arrogance to make a mother cry But you just saw a guy whose arms were a touch too big You might be right! But what a surprise, cos I learned to write from you So that’s nothing new With every bite, a killer line, and just 8 bit of relationship advice God I hope our ending’s as nice Look what we’ve done! It’s over now. It’s over now.

They ask me why I’m here I’m here to play a show But there’s no fans in sight But that’s not why I’m here They ask me why I play I say it’s just because They say we have no fans But that’s a god damn lie We’ve always got Kellen Butts! Kellen Butts! Kellen Butts! Kellen Butts! Kellen Butts! etc. etc.

Torn up hands replacing average lives with this A moment stands amongst a sea of moments missed A bitter chill can’t seem to hold your gaze It’s been four years, but god it feels like just four days And I can’t go, until you’re following Strain in my throat, won’t be soothed by anything I can’t deny, I haven’t written a line I wouldn’t say to your face But then again, I almost haven’t written a thing I know, you know, we can’t see it I know we’re not the same Hold me back, hold you close, hate to see you go Don’t know, when we’ll meet again Count the days, until we say goodbye Count the years that we won’t be in each other’s lives Count on me to be the one who waits for you Count the moments that we shared staring into each other’s eyes I know, you know, we can’t see it I know we’re not the same Hold me back, hold you close, hate to see you go Don’t know, when we’ll meet again (Break) I know, you know, we can’t see it I know we’re not the same Hold me back, hold you close, hate to see you go Don’t know, when we’ll meet again

One of these days I hope to write a song That makes you feel the way that I do when I hear one of yours It’s a shame that I’m alone now, it’s a gift that I’m depressed I’ll lay down and let your music do the rest One of these days I’ll learn to let you go I’m a masochist determined to exhaust my ebb and flow There’s the feelings that I get and there’s the feelings that I share I care too much to say that I don’t care But you make me feel like all I want to do is feel And if that’s not love then love’s not real One of these days I’ll write the perfect line But it’s probably based on yours which is why it’s good at all You may not see what I see, it may not be so clear You’re my sadness I don’t want to disappear Cos you make me feel like all I want to do is feel And I’ll never stop telling you One of these days I’ll leave you all behind My wisdom is a sick ass quote I wish was one of mine I may never find the right words, but I guess this is a start Love pours faster when it’s from a broken heart Cos you make me feel like all I want to do is feel Repeat x3 And if that’s not love then I don’t want to be in love

I don’t feel like I, got to say goodbye It’s only fair we went our separate ways without a single tear on either side You try to hide it and I can never find it What is left is empty rooms and me behind I try and try and try, but still I have this feeling of regret Fuck masculinity I wish I’d left your shoulder sopping wet You can’t imagine all you’ve done to change me I’m mechanical which you all helped design And there’s a part of me that will not let you go So be prepared, to drag me to the top I’m not satisfied, with how you up and left You’ve got the gall to leave me all alone I’m gasping just to catch a simple breath It’s Slings and Arrows, you’re going to be as great as you would think Just know that life is but a stage It’s not enough, to say that we both tried I’ve got an aching in my chest that let’s me know we weren’t the best but still inside These little moments, a long goodbye said through a lense And it’s the last thing that we know And there’s a part of me that will not let you go So be prepared, I’ll drag you to the top

If every friend I had was as close to me as covalent bonds, I took chemistry, I’d be a pretty lucky guy To have such close tight friends I’d say’s a luxury other people want but they’re afraid to be And that is possibly the saddest thing alive If the sun came up with a power squat would you call it gross or maybe say it’s hot, and explain what it’s made of Or would you not believe that it could talk to you even if you knew it was grunting through a heavy set of thrusters with all the strength that it could muster Would you laugh and watch him fail Or would you help It’s not a question I need answered kid, I know you’d help then snap that shit If every friend I had was as great as you I would have to ask maybe just a few to back right the fuck off cos I can only deal with maybe one or two truly honest folks with a point of view That your friends are all the shit and you’re a part of it Every silent cry every improv scene every time I talked almost endlessly every game I saw you play I sat and watched you grow into the friend I love the one I’m glad to know I just can’t get enough But it’s time for me to leave you to your oh so published work Could you be a bit less great It’s only fair jk I’ll just get over it, I couldn’t be much prouder kid But I could never live with never knowing you it’s the honest truth what’s a guy to do Than to write his friend a song, in the hopes that maybe soon she’ll sing along

I’m not ok But I’m ok with that You’re probably the best thing that could happen To an artist with a bit too much self worth An empty room with a desk I’m moving out but moving on just doesn’t seem what’s best I look at you and know that life continues after this And that’s the best thing that I’ve heard Only now, will anyone be listening to what we have to say I’m over it now, but I’m still not ok, but I’m still not ok It’s so far down, will anyone be willing to welcome us to stay It’s overdone, but we’ll be ok, yeah, ok ok I’ve got a problem I can’t decide if I like you better as an artist or a friend But it’s not a bad one I don’t need to pretend That either one is far behind Don’t get me started The pleasure has been mine, cos I’m working with an artist With a point of view that leaves me highly criticised Only now, will anyone be listening to what we have to say I’m over it now, but I’m still not ok, but I’m still not ok It’s so far down, will anyone be willing to welcome us to stay It’s overdone, but we’ll be ok, yeah, ok ok Solo (Am, Em, Am, Em, F, Em,G) Tell my friends and family I’m going home It won’t make sense because my home is here with them I have only had a couple years or so To make great plans with a greater cast of folks I don’t deserve to understand What could possibly be any wrong with this I’ve taken time and time again but anymore would be too much than I think my heart could give I could not have written a better script So be proud and please allow the sad parts to remind you I exist Cos I would not be me Without you You’re the passion and creation that will drive me to the depths of what I do I wish that I could write a song to make you understand the way I feel But that’s not possible cos I’m not even sure that what you’ve done to me is even slightly real But I’ll write a hundred fucking songs in the hopes that they’d go on inside our memory It’s clear to me that no one really knows what they have done It’s understandable to some cos people tend to handle courtesy with joy and with surprise I’ve arrived here at a crossroads There’s the lives that you all have and there’s the lives that you should want It isn’t bad but I would rather live my whole life here with us Than to focus on my future and lose sight of all this love Love comes in many forms The form you’ve given me Is the only form that I will ever need It kills me God knows it kills me To learn to love you all just in time to leave And I will say goodbye A hundred times if it only keeps you fresh inside my mind Only now, will anyone be listening to what we have to say I’m over it now, but I’m still not ok, but I’m still not ok It’s so far down, will anyone be willing to welcome us to stay It’s overdone, but we’ll be ok, yeah, ok ok Repeat!!!!!!!!!!!! I’m not ok But I’m ok with that You’re probably the best thing that could happen To an artist with a bit too much self worth An empty room with a desk I’m moving out but moving on just doesn’t seem what’s best I look at you and know that life continues after this And that’s the best thing that I’ve heard