G           Bm
  I want to be a character
C         Bb
  In some fiction I write
G         Bm            C
  So I feel that I have authorship
   Bb           G
  Over my own life
           Bm         C
  Build myself into concept
      Bb
  To have some control
G        Bm           C
  But subconscious commands me
      Bb
  And so does my soul
G         Bm         C
  What is truly my nature?
     Bb           G
  I try to resist
        Bm                C
  Hasty thoughts that I conjour
  Bb
  Make me feel sick
G         Bm       C
  Give my ego a premise
       Bb
  Then try to commit
G          Bm
  Still can’t run away
C            Bb
  From the fact I exist


[Chorus]

G                            Bm
        Sure sometimes it is nice
                      C
  To be tangible and true

  But self-recognition
     Bb
  Is hard to construe
G
        To be content in yourself
            Bm
  Well it's difficult to do
                  C
  Some days you’d rather be me
                Bb
  Some days I’d rather be you


[Verse 2]

G             Bm
  And maybe in some ways
         C                  Bb
  That’s why it’s hard to empathize
G                Bm
  You're nothing more than character
C              Bb
  In someone else’s life
G             Bm              C
  To them you live as the fiction
        Bb
  That you would like to be
G        Bm           C
  But without the control
       Bb
  Over how you’re perceived
G               Bm
  You may feel minimized
     C        Bb
  Or maybe misunderstood
G         Bm
  Maybe idealized
         C           Bb
  Whilst undeserving of that love
G            Bm          C
  So then discard the opinion
          Bb               G
  As they don't really know you
         Bm          C
  Just to face the facts
            Bb            G
  You don’t know yourself too


[Chorus]
                             Bm
        Sure sometimes it is nice
                       C
  To feel tangible and true

  But self-recognition
     Bb
  Is hard to construe
G
        To be content in yourself
          Bm
  Well it sure is hard to do
                  C
  Some days you’d rather be me
                Bb
  Some days I’d rather be you