Sam Stucky - Holiday Fame Lyrics

Can't tell where these steps go
Two steps move forward then back to the floor
Paradigm made for a song
But details are difficult, memories wrong
Try as I have to
It always slips through my fingers, my fear I missed out
Maybe something better if I stay in the crowd
In my favorite flannel with my jet black guitar
Or the white-walled apartment or alone in the car
I guess I'll give it a go
'Cause I tried to tell you I thought you should know
That I'll never be you
When I saw you outside on the phone
Couldn't muster the courage to clear my own throat
So I'll never be you
It always slips through my fingers, my fear I missed out
Maybe something better if I stay in the crowd
In my favorite flannel with my jet black guitar
Or the white-walled apartment or alone in the car
Which one will I be today, the loner or the DIY hero
Closer to holiday fame than I am to making a decision
Closer to this holiday fame than I am to a God damn decision
There's something else you should know
It's not about decisions or the Mr. Smalls show
Between my ear and my shoulder there's a pull
And I can't describe it