[Verse 1]
G Bm
I want to be a character
C Bb
In some fiction I write
G Bm C
So I feel that I have authorship
Bb G
Over my own life
Bm C
Build myself into concept
Bb
To have some control
G Bm C
But subconscious commands me
Bb
And so does my soul
G Bm C
What is truly my nature?
Bb G
I try to resist
Bm C
Hasty thoughts that I conjour
Bb
Make me feel sick
G Bm C
Give my ego a premise
Bb
Then try to commit
G Bm
Still can’t run away
C Bb
From the fact I exist
[Chorus]
G Bm
Sure sometimes it is nice
C
To be tangible and true
But self-recognition
Bb
Is hard to construe
G
To be content in yourself
Bm
Well it’s difficult to do
C
Some days you’d rather be me
Bb
Some days I’d rather be you
[Verse 2]
G Bm
And maybe in some ways
C Bb
That’s why it’s hard to empathize
G Bm
You’re nothing more than character
C Bb
In someone else’s life
G Bm C
To them you live as the fiction
Bb
That you would like to be
G Bm C
But without the control
Bb
Over how you’re perceived
G Bm
You may feel minimized
C Bb
Or maybe misunderstood
G Bm
Maybe idealized
C Bb
Whilst undeserving of that love
G Bm C
So then discard the opinion
Bb G
As they don’t really know you
Bm C
Just to face the facts
Bb G
You don’t know yourself too
[Chorus]
Bm
Sure sometimes it is nice
C
To feel tangible and true
But self-recognition
Bb
Is hard to construe
G
To be content in yourself
Bm
Well it sure is hard to do
C
Some days you’d rather be me
Bb
Some days I’d rather be you
[Verse 1]
G Bm
I want to be a character
C Bb
In some fiction I write
G Bm C
So I feel that I have authorship
Bb G
Over my own life
Bm C
Build myself into concept
Bb
To have some control
G Bm C
But subconscious commands me
Bb
And so does my soul
G Bm C
What is truly my nature?
Bb G
I try to resist
Bm C
Hasty thoughts that I conjour
Bb
Make me feel sick
G Bm C
Give my ego a premise
Bb
Then try to commit
G Bm
Still can’t run away
C Bb
From the fact I exist
[Chorus]
G Bm
Sure sometimes it is nice
C
To be tangible and true
But self-recognition
Bb
Is hard to construe
G
To be content in yourself
Bm
Well it’s difficult to do
C
Some days you’d rather be me
Bb
Some days I’d rather be you
[Verse 2]
G Bm
And maybe in some ways
C Bb
That’s why it’s hard to empathize
G Bm
You’re nothing more than character
C Bb
In someone else’s life
G Bm C
To them you live as the fiction
Bb
That you would like to be
G Bm C
But without the control
Bb
Over how you’re perceived
G Bm
You may feel minimized
C Bb
Or maybe misunderstood
G Bm
Maybe idealized
C Bb
Whilst undeserving of that love
G Bm C
So then discard the opinion
Bb G
As they don’t really know you
Bm C
Just to face the facts
Bb G
You don’t know yourself too
[Chorus]
Bm
Sure sometimes it is nice
C
To feel tangible and true
But self-recognition
Bb
Is hard to construe
G
To be content in yourself
Bm
Well it sure is hard to do
C
Some days you’d rather be me
Bb
Some days I’d rather be you
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