Verse
Em G
I want to brush my hair some more
D C
But I’m scared it might fall out
Em G
I want to paint my face again
D C
But I’m scared that they might shout
Em G
I dream of being pretty
D C
More than I do of thriving
Em G
And dream of being remembered
D C
More than I do surviving
Em G
I cross and cross and cross these trails
D C
And cross re-cross old paths
Em G
Retread through all the footsteps
D C
Where once we were so sad
Em G
It’s nice to revisit
D C
It's nice to replant
Em G
But do I garden my trauma
D C Em G D C
Like the spineless sycophant
Em G
In busy rooms all there for me
D C
I still feel misunderstood
Em
But it’s ungrateful brain
G D C
And chosen pain, to say I feel unloved
Em
I might be often drama king
G D C
I may mope and pout and grumble
Em G
Even in improving circumstance
D C
I still find myself disgruntled
Em G
I dig and dig, dig out my brain
D C
With primordial soup spoon
Em G D C
Phantasmagoric memories are slowly detuned
Em G D C
And endlessly I rewrite all my histories of you
Em G D C
Unstable causality, breathes into tapestries untrue
Em G D C
And soon unsure the guilt I feel just comes from my disposition
Em G D C
If these proppian dichotomies are just my own rendition
Em G D C
Some days I feel the hero, other days I feel the villain
Em G D C E G D C
Perhaps we both are mutually instigator and the victim
Em
I want to think so fickle
E D C
And live just aesthetic life
Em
Because this self-analysis
D C
It cuts through me like a knife
Em G
It slices so mathematically
D C
Into these perfect halves
Em Gm
And the binary of thinking
D C
Can tear my head apart