¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
[Intro]
G Bm Em D (x2)
[Verse 1]
G Bm Em D G Bm Em D
I'm going to find all the ugliest words in any human language, gonna define myself.
G Bm Em D G Bm Em D
But part of me thinks I'd just be wasting my time, there are no words for me, you can't ask anybody else.
G Bm Em D G Bm Em D
Mall-dwelling tweens have claimed werewolves and vampires, and Frankenstein was blessed with his maker nearby.
G Bm Em D G Bm Em D
So, I haven't got foresight, I've given myself a short while to sneak off and die, so nobody might
G B Em D G B Em D
think anything crazy or make any bold moves. No, it's time to get going, now it's time to choose between
G B Em D G B Em D
living my life the way that I want to, or ending it all like I was born to lose.
[Interlude]
G B Em D (x2)
G Bm Em D G Bm Em D
So here we find ourselves, the crux and the crossroads. It seems like I got here using wisdom I've borrowed
G B Em D G B Em D
from punk rock songs and the handful of novels I've lived vicariously through.
[Chorus]
C G Em D C G Em D
Albert Camus, you showed me a stranger. A far cry from the one we found in the manger.
C G Em D
And neither of whom I would like very much, I'd wager.
G Em C D
But that's what you get when you spend eighteen fucking years like I did.
[Interlude]
G B Em D (x2)
[Verse 2]
G B Em D G B Em D
I was too focused on who I wanted to be, wrapped up in the folds of my mind I was snug as could be.
G B Em D G B Em D
I was living in filth that I made by myself, with every old me I put back on the shelf.
G B Em D G B Em D
Look at me now, I don't care in the least. I just wanted a new me, I just wanted to sleep.
G B Em D G B Em D
I just wanted to die, I wanted someone to listen, and I wanted to shine and I wanted to glisten.
G B Em D G B Em D
And I wanted to live like a bum and a prophet. I wanted to live with no money in pocket.
G B Em D
Look at me now, I should be petty and careless.
G B Em D
I should get drunk with my friends and not chain-smoke into excess,
G B Em D G B Em D
trying to stimulate what brain cells I can muster to write any words I won't scratch out in a fluster
G B Em D
or a flurry of pen strokes, I'll write til my hand cramps,
G B Em D
I'll scream til the veins in my neck pop like paint cans.
G B Em D
And only they can know the illness I feel of all the
G B Em D
pressure inside of all the words I'll never have the courage to say
G B Em D
or would never come out the way I wanted it to. Don't you see why I'm like this?
G B Em D
I'm not fucking clever, I'm insane.
G
G Bm Em D (x2)
[Verse 1]
G Bm Em D G Bm Em D
I'm going to find all the ugliest words in any human language, gonna define myself.
G Bm Em D G Bm Em D
But part of me thinks I'd just be wasting my time, there are no words for me, you can't ask anybody else.
G Bm Em D G Bm Em D
Mall-dwelling tweens have claimed werewolves and vampires, and Frankenstein was blessed with his maker nearby.
G Bm Em D G Bm Em D
So, I haven't got foresight, I've given myself a short while to sneak off and die, so nobody might
G B Em D G B Em D
think anything crazy or make any bold moves. No, it's time to get going, now it's time to choose between
G B Em D G B Em D
living my life the way that I want to, or ending it all like I was born to lose.
[Interlude]
G B Em D (x2)
G Bm Em D G Bm Em D
So here we find ourselves, the crux and the crossroads. It seems like I got here using wisdom I've borrowed
G B Em D G B Em D
from punk rock songs and the handful of novels I've lived vicariously through.
[Chorus]
C G Em D C G Em D
Albert Camus, you showed me a stranger. A far cry from the one we found in the manger.
C G Em D
And neither of whom I would like very much, I'd wager.
G Em C D
But that's what you get when you spend eighteen fucking years like I did.
[Interlude]
G B Em D (x2)
[Verse 2]
G B Em D G B Em D
I was too focused on who I wanted to be, wrapped up in the folds of my mind I was snug as could be.
G B Em D G B Em D
I was living in filth that I made by myself, with every old me I put back on the shelf.
G B Em D G B Em D
Look at me now, I don't care in the least. I just wanted a new me, I just wanted to sleep.
G B Em D G B Em D
I just wanted to die, I wanted someone to listen, and I wanted to shine and I wanted to glisten.
G B Em D G B Em D
And I wanted to live like a bum and a prophet. I wanted to live with no money in pocket.
G B Em D
Look at me now, I should be petty and careless.
G B Em D
I should get drunk with my friends and not chain-smoke into excess,
G B Em D G B Em D
trying to stimulate what brain cells I can muster to write any words I won't scratch out in a fluster
G B Em D
or a flurry of pen strokes, I'll write til my hand cramps,
G B Em D
I'll scream til the veins in my neck pop like paint cans.
G B Em D
And only they can know the illness I feel of all the
G B Em D
pressure inside of all the words I'll never have the courage to say
G B Em D
or would never come out the way I wanted it to. Don't you see why I'm like this?
G B Em D
I'm not fucking clever, I'm insane.
G
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