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