[Verse 1]
Step 1: You write a simple chorus
Don't you bore us with an intro or a clever little verse
Step 2: stop pretending there's some kinda 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
It's an educated guess to light a bulb or ring a bell

[Chorus]
And here I am as I cut corners on a left turn up a sentimental street
And all I do, I do to make my parents proud of who I am or who I'm 'bout to be
Yeah, 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

[Verse 2]
Been 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 a legend just to pull back leaving fame inside my head
I'm at an open mic, feeling like that token guy
"Please buy my CDs it's worth 10 dollars but I'll take a five"
There's 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 my mind my manners and my language
'Cause "heck"'s the only exclamation I can get away with
'Cause my grandma's 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 emphasise 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?