Tiny Glowing Screens Part 2(Chords)

	        Intro: Em7   C        Bm   Em 

Verse 
        Am 
There?s 7 billion 46 million people on the planet 

And most of us have the audacity to think we matter 
C D      Em7                                            C 
Hey, you hear the one about the comedian who croaked? 

Someone stabbed him in the heart, just a little poke 
               Bm                                                     Em 
But he keeled over ?cause he went into battle wearing chain mail made of jokes 
Am 
Hey, you hear the one about the screenwriter who passed away? 
                                                                  C 
He was giving elevator pitches and the elevator got stuck halfway 
     D             Em7                                                   C 
He ended up eating smushed sandwiches they pushed through a crack in the door 

And repeating the same crappy screenplay idea about talking dogs 'til his last day 
     Bm                                                Em 
Hey, you hear the one about the fisherman who passed? 
               Am 
He didn?t jump off that ledge 

He just stepped out into the air and pulled the ground up towards him really fast 
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Like he was pitching a line and went fishing for concrete 
         Em7                              C 
The earth is a drum and he?s hitting it on beat 

The reason there?s smog in Los Angeles is ?cause if we could see the stars 
                           Bm 
If we could see the context of the universe in which we exist 
                 Em             Am 
And we could see how small each one of us is 

Against the vastness of what we don?t know 
                                                       C 
No one would ever audition for a McDonalds commercial again 
D             Em7 
And then where would we be? 
          C 
No frozen dinners and no TV 

And is that a world we want to text in? 

Either someone just microwaved popcorn 
             Bm                                                           Em                Am 
Or I hear the sound of a thousand people pulling their heads out of their asses in rapid succession 

The people are hunched over in Boston 

They?re starting app stores and screen printing companies in San Francisco 
            C             D                  Em7 
They?re grinning in Los Angeles like they?ve got fishhooks in the corners of their mouth 
   C 
But don?t paint me like the good guy ?cause every time I write 
                                                           Bm 
I get to choose the angle that you view me and select the nicest light 
                                 Em                        Am 
You wouldn?t respect me if you heard the typewriter chatter tap tap 

Tapping through my mind at night 

The same stupid tape loop of old sitcom dialogue 
                                  C            D         Em7 
And tattered memories of a girl I got to grind on in high school 
                         C 
Filed carefully on rice paper 

My heart is a colored pencil 

But my brain is an eraser 
                                                    Bm 
I don?t want a real girl, I want to trace her from a catalogue 
              Em                   Am 
Truth be told I?m unlikely to hold you down 

Cause my soul is a crowded subway train 

And people keep deciding to get on the next one that rolls through town 
             C          D           Em7 
I?m joining a false movement in San Francisco 
                              C 
I?m frowning and hunched over in Boston 

I?m smiling in Los Angeles like I?ve got fishhooks in the corners of my mouth 
                    Bm 
And I?m celebrating on weekends 
                       Em      Am 
Because there are 7 billion 47 million people on the planet 

And I have the audacity to think I matter 
                                                C 
I know it?s a lie but I prefer it to the alternative 
                 D       Em7 
Because I?ve got a tourniquet tied at my elbow 
                      C 
I?ve got a blunt wrap filled with compliments and I?m burnin it 
                                                                              Bm 
You say to go to sleep but I been bouncing off my bedroom walls since I was hecka small 
                              Em                                 Am 
We?re every age at once and tucked inside ourselves like Russian nesting dolls 

My mother is an 8 year old girl 

My grandson is a 74 year old retiree whose kidneys just failed 
           C          D            Em7 
And that?s the glue between me and you 

That?s the screws and nails 
           C 
We live in a house made of each other 

And if that sounds strange that?s because it is 
        Bm                                             Em                   Am 
Someone please freeze time so I can run around turning everyone?s pockets inside out 

And remember... 

You didn?t see shit 

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