Channel Surfing Video (MV)

Footed on the stage, bright lights hot
Glitter on my face, anxious palms
You could never be

Hung up on these thoughts, sabotage
You don't got the vibe or the style
You could never be

Truth is never what we perceive
Still these ugly words eat at me
You could never be

Heavy in the room, quiet in the air
Waiting for the cue, staring at my hands
Now the band begins

Take your time to seek your reasons
All you have to give
Off the stepping stone watch me leave uninhibited, unafraid
How can it feel this way

Some guy buys a round, but I don't even drink unless its top-shelf whiskey
I don't really care, I just wanna go home and forget we played this awful show
Roll up a spliff, it was just a bad night, write a new song about feeling alright
Mixes come back, but the vocals fall flat, and tonight we owe the venue

Right on the brink of giving it up, 'cause trusting the process might not be enough
Constantly thinking of where I should be, but I guess life's not this linear thing
Is it only me questioning

Tear out the pages of notebooks I've written
The words and the doodles are somebody else
It's not a surprise to be growing up older
But now I forget what I wanted to be
A singer, a dancer, a writer perhaps
An artist with passion; a visionary
Am I still believing in all my desires
Or have they run amok
Taking the wheel on my fantasy drive
And steering me closer to why I'm alive
Drifting and swerving while nodding along
Open your mind to me

Am I the impostor I've always suspected? I guess I'll never know
And why should I care if this music's for me, and not to make me cool