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some people think that i'm not good enough / and some people think that they're not good enough / and some people think that nothing's good enough / but they're wrong / and i know you think that you're not good enough / and i know you think that your friends aren't good enough / and i know you think that your songs aren't good enough / but you're wrong / and i know cause sometimes i think that i'm not good enough / and sometimes i think that the world's not good enough / and sometimes i think that nothing's good enough / but i'm wrong / i'm wrong

i'm just a guy playing palm muted power chords / i'm just a guy singing old songs you've heard before / i'm just a guy and nothing more / i'm just a guy, i'm just a guy / but sometimes i wish i was some other guy / the kind who could play solos, the real rock star type / i would join a band and probably crash the van / but i'm just a guy, i'm just a guy / i wish i had the guts to leave it all behind / to tear up the page / not sign the dotted line / but instead i just sit here and say i'm doing fine / cause i'm just a guy, i'm just a guy / i'm just a guy playing palm muted power chords / i'm just a guy singing old songs you've heard before / i'm just a guy and nothing more / i'm just a guy, i'm just a guy / i'm just a guy playing palm muted power chords / i'm just a guy singing old songs you've heard before / i'm just a guy and nothing more / i'm just a guy, i'm just a guy.

i wish i could take myself more seriously / i'd hang out in coffee shops
reading salinger or something else intellectual like that / and everybody would say / that guy's got it all figured out / that guy knows what he's doing with his life / that guy's gonna have a house and a wife and a dog and a job and a record collection and a full size pool table and a broadband internet connection and season tickets to baseball games and a brand new macbook pro with an incredible retina display / but i don't take myself seriously / i just sit in my room with my guitar and sing bad songs by bands that no one but me can stand / but someday i'll i have it all i figured out / someday i'll know what i'm doing with my life / i might not have a big house or a wife or a dog or a job or a marshall stack amp or a printer that doesn't jam or a facebook page with more than maybe fifteen fans / but even if i never have anything cool at least i'll have this piece of paper that proves i went to school and did okay for myself / but who knows? / maybe i'll have a 6 string bass and a guitar signed by neil young and my own private yacht that i throw crazy punk rock shows on / or not.