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