Everyone's too sad or too sick
Or they just don't give a shit about
Whose playing tonight in Kansas City
Unless it's on 103, The Buzz, or some DIY basement sludge
And that, well that's when it hit me
I don't have any real friends
All I've got are these acquaintances
And none of them could care less
And somehow I've been okay with it
Until now
Well I went to the Tiny Moving Parts show last night
And I swear that it changed my life
The entire concept of friendship to me
Like we should hang out outside of work
To do more than get fucked up and party
Because when I left a small town for the city
I thought something big would change within me
And I'd be the everyman of this town
But what I was thinking
Going from a branch on a well rooted tree
To a grain of sand on the biggest beach
No one's sure if they're leaving or sticking around
Will you stick around?
Everyone I know is listening to Skrillex and Waka Flocka Flame
In fact the only records they actually own
Are Mumford & Sons, Odd Future, and Lil Wayne
They'd rather blow their money in Westport
On molly and weed
Than go see a movie or go to the aquarium with me
And I just-
Well wait a second
What if I've been blowing people off like that too?
What if someone's really needed my support
Or just wanted to spend time with me?
You know, it's funny.
I write so many songs about all these assholes I know
But I never stop to think about why I know so many
Maybe I should spend more time trying to meet other artists
Instead of trying to get the wrong people to like me
Well, I went to the Tiny Moving Parts show last week
I guess that I didn't learn a god damn thing
I spent the last 12 years just taking whoever came to me
But now I see that it's a 2 way street
Last month I left the Tiny Moving Parts show without a doubt
That everything got figured out
Turns out that we accept the love we think we deserve
We deserve so much more
And I just want to make friends
And build some lasting relationships
But a military life fucked that up for me
And it turns out
There aren't many perks of being a wallflower
Or letting other people and liquor take the lead
We've gotta speak for ourselves
Because we get too comfortable
Doing these things we've always done
With people that we don't actually know
And I want to make friends
And build some lasting relationships
Being a wallflower isn't working out for me
We've gotta speak for ourselves
Because we get too comfortable
Doing these things we've always done
With people that we don't actually know
And I want to make friends
And build some lasting relationships
Being a wallflower isn't working out for me
And I accept
I'm that grain of sand along the beach
There's no reason to be
Terrified of the sea
I will let it take me
And whatever will be, will be
Yeah, whatever will be, will be
We will be