Verse 1:
D
Skinny jeans on the bench press
Em
You burn the candle at both ends
Bm
If anyone ask why
Gm
Then they're not worth your time
D
Why am I so out of breath?
Em
Club sandwich pressed in north end
Bm
Grittled shank on rye
Gm
A gunshot at half-time
Verse 2:
D
Adoration of the mystic land
Em
That idea of me, who was that man?
Bm
A wooly picket line
Gm
Intestinal red wine
D
Now its hard not to suspect
Em
Your lying tell is bated breath
Bm
I inhale for suspence
Gm Gm*
You triggered my mamalian sighing reflex
Bridge:
D
So I take everything as a lesson
Em
Something I trained out of myself with mindless self-indulging confidence
Bm
Indulge me in whatever quick release I could muster
Gm
Social media, carbohydrates and cannabis
D
The world was my oyster
Em
And I was the knife by which they'd shuck but now he's dead, he's gone
Bm
I fucking start anew
Gm
I'm a developmental beast, wrong version of myself
D
16 bathrooms, 16 bedrooms, 16 fridges
Em
64-bit computers, 15 of them
Bm
Oh, how nice it must be
Gm Gm*
To feel so bored