Secrets I Told to a Sound Hole

Just once I want to get drunk and tell the truth
Just once for you to stumble on my unlocked diary
Or maybe they'll all just come out and announce themselves
The secrets I told to a sound hole

If you could catch a glimpse of just how I feel about music
You would say that it was sick, and perhaps it is
Because when the music brings that
hollow pang, that's how I know I'm all right
Try to understand, but how could you understand?
It's not just shitty job savings that I can't help but invest
It's my blood and my body and my very will to live
I'm taking bets on myself and keeping all of the risk
Because I know the well-trodden one's a fruitful path
But all that I can see is hopeless, empty black

Just once I want to get drunk and tell the truth
Just once for you to stumble on my unlocked diary
Or maybe they'll all just come out and announce themselves
The secrets I told to a sound hole

I used to ask myself when I was young
Do you really think you'd be one of the lucky ones?
Is this a means to being cool, or is it true love?
But it made no sense to question
Because music was my only definition of
cool, whether a dorky music teacher or a rock star
Try to understand, but how could you understand?
I want to talk shop with my heroes, I don't care about their clout
Long as they know what I'm talking about
I'm just looking for the people who can make a worthy sound
Because if this guitar could serve my every human need
Then it would be the sole companion that I would ever seek

Just once I want to get drunk and tell the truth
Just once for you to stumble on my unlocked diary
Or maybe they'll all just come out and announce themselves
The secrets I told to a sound hole

I've made it just onto the edges of
the inside, where I just might stay
It's hard to break through dressed
in baggy jeans and dated, faded tees
But I never looked good in those stupid hipster clothes
I'm not the life of the party because I didn't come here for the party
I came here for the music
Try to understand...

Sitting in the corner alone,
the only one here who isn't staring at a phone
Hoping someone will notice, that I'm so serious
Because what you realize when you grow up is
that it's not about who's the dork and who's the punk
It's about how you're living your life
And I'm trying, I'm trying, I'm trying,
I'm trying to be the one who lives it right

Sitting in the corner all alone,
the only one here who isn't staring at a phone
Hoping that you will notice
Because all I want to do is just to sing one song for you
And if I should fail, I've got no problem just getting back up
And getting back in line

Just once I want to get drunk and tell the truth
Just once for you to stumble on my unlocked diary
Or maybe they'll all just come out and announce themselves
The secrets I told to a sound hole

I'm not the life of the party because I didn't come here for the party
I came here for the music