B
If i lay down
On an escalator
E Em
Would you step on me
B
Just a rug
E
Tired of hugs and relaxation
F#7 B
I've given up
E
On my autobiography
B
Cold coffee and a pillow
E B
Days that feel slow
E F#7 B
Are enough for me
B
If i gave in
E
To the corporate tactics
F# E E/D# C#m
Would you say that i
B
Jeopardized
B/A# G#m G#m/F# E
All that i once believed in
F# F#/G# B
Has come untied
B/A# E
Teddy "I cannot speak softy"
B
Cold coffee and a pillow
E B
Days that feel slow
F#7 B
Are enough for me
B
Do you ever think about the future
E
What holds those invisible sutures together
B
Is the doctor in
B
Whatever happened to spontaneity
That's my deity
E
And i'm in charge of me
F# B
Let's see how far we can walk with our eyes closed
E
Each step raises the bar of uncertainty
B
But fortunately
E
Our feet are wheels that ride the maze
F# B E
That is my life my hours my days
F# B
That is my life my hours my days
B
Let's take the escalator up
E
We've been living in a cup that's china-made
B
I drank the kool aid
N.C.
I paid too much for
And more is just a bore
E
Of plastic happiness
F#
Let's get rid of the rest of this
B
Twist yourself to hear the truth
E
Your laundry list is so uncouth
B
Of things been checked off
Forgotten or left off
E
And all the lights you never turned off
B E
And i'm the man who pays
F# B E
That is my life my hours my days
F# B
That is my life my hours my days
B E
If i If i If i If i If i If i If i lay down
B E
If i If i If i If i If i If i If i lay down
B E
Would you pick me up Would you pick me up or
F# B B/A# B/G# B/F# E F#
Would you step on me
B
We're out of toilet paper again
E
All this talk about the end is eating me up
B
Would you please shut up
N.C.
We've had enough
Of the apocalypse
E
And its making me sick and i cannot predict
B
The ending of my favorite show
E
Or was it a book in slow motion
B
Like Captain Cook on the Indian Ocean
E
Eaten alive and great history lies in you and I
B E
And I think that's ok
F# B E
That is my life my hours my days
F# B E
That is my life my hours my days
F# B E B
That is my life my hours my days