Shep - Flip

Just a kid in a room in a small town
In a place where he don't think he's gone make it out
In a world full of people just like him
In a galaxy, bound to see the lights dim
In his head, where he treads don't entice him
So deceptive, my head, we don't like him
Just a kid in a room in a small town
In a big world with a big dream
With a small chance, with some big hopes
But a small clique
Man I wonder how it feels to make them all flip
Make them all flip
Man I wonder how it feels to make them all flip
Make them all flip
Man I wonder how it feels to make them all
Look, silly me, I guess I keep on chasing broken dreams
The way I see it I don't think is how it's supposed to be
When I'm alone all my songs sound like poetry
But when performed it don't sound as if I wrote the thing
I don't know what that's supposed to mean
I really don't know what that's supposed to mean
I guess I'm not good as I'd hoped to be
Well silly me
In a path where all I see is broken leaves
What that means is a million came before me
They say, "You're so original" could've fooled me
I sort of feel like a mirror to everyone I see
I guess we're all just a combination of who we love
The more inspiration I get, I'm losing who I was
Perhaps my personality and I are losing touch
They say I'm improving, but I don't know
Step back, I'm just another typical
You should leave if you wanna see something original
I say there's no one like me, but don't really know
Cause without influence, ain't no meat, it's just skin and bones
So with that attitude, should I even get involved
If the path I drew is one that's already been drawn
If that latitude is one that's already been longed
If the song I sing is one that's already been sung
Then I guess ain't no one original
Yeah, ain't no one original
But I think I'm probably pretty close
I think I'm pretty close
'Cause the things I'm saying now, I'm like the only one
But I guess the style I have is probably overdone
So I'm just another one who lost grip
Like reciprocal, I wonder how to make that attitude flip
Just a kid in a room in a small town
In a place where he don't think he's gone make it out
In a world full of people just like him
In a galaxy, bound to see the lights dim
In his head, where he treads don't entice him
So deceptive, my head, we don't like him
Just a kid in a room in a small town
In a big world with a big dream
With a small chance, with some big hopes
But a small clique
Man I wonder how it feels to make them all flip
Make them all flip
Man I wonder how it feels to make them all flip
Make them all flip
Man I wonder how it feel to make them all flip
But he don't have what it might take
Just a kid with a dream and a Migraine
Too convinced that he wields what it might take
But he don't have what it might take

Written by:
Shepard Merritt

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