Intro
F#m A
Some lines, oh, why did I write
D F#m
I have to repeat them night after night
F#m A
Some lines, oh, why did I write
D F#m
I have to repeat them night after night
[Verse 1]
F#m A
Yes you can tell me I control my life
D F#m
But I feel humbled and I feel obliged
F#m A
I miss not caring if what I make is good
D F#m
And I miss the unproductive bullshit I love
F#m A
And I miss my friends even more
D F#m
Because I'm scared we aren’t friends anymore
[Bridge]
F#m A G
Congrats to me for coming so far
F#m A D
Me rushing round Britain with a guitar
F#m A G
Making love to myself
F#m A D
How could I call it anything else?
F#m A G
I ruminate on the cognitive space
F#m A D
Where all contemplation is going to waste
F#m A G
Revolve through a cycle, a figure of eight
F#m A D
I think about thinking about me
F#m A G
I know I am trying too hard
F#m A D
Always publicly trying too hard
F#m A G
I want to be cool and effortless
F#m A D
But every little thing is so much effort
F#m A G
I wonder what you think
F#m A
The royal you
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The chosen few
F#m A D
I wonder how I cause these stinks
F#m A G
To act natural is to be vulnerable
[Verse 2]
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And so what’s the real goal?
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Is it just to be worshipped?
A
As a way to like myself
A
Well I won’t think I deserve it
D
What I posit as a cure
D
It becomes evidence thereof
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Of my fakery and flaws
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And as the layers are torn off
A
And I return to my own space
A
With time alone inside my head
D
I’m still faced with who I am
D
And all I keep unsaid
[Chorus 1]
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So, what are you gonna do
F#m
What are you trying to do
D
What are your goals
A
Are you goal oriented?
F#m
What are you gonna do
F#m
What are you trying to do
D
What are your goals
A
Are you goal oriented?
[Verse 3]
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So what’s the real goal
F#m
With any influence comes cowardess
D
The power projected on me
A
In the end makes me feel powerless
F#m
I’m paranoid, and yet perpetually interacting
D A
With realms to build persona despite how it’s impacting
F#m
My ego and my friendships and my mental health
D A
I hope I can transcend, but it’s my whole sense of self
F#m A
So what the real goal, is it to touch people with experiences
D
Which I’ve weaved into fiction
F#m A
To share my thoughts and beliefs
D
Of which I hold no real conviction
F#m A D
Become constructive contradiction so that you can learn from me
F#m A D
From the safety of these pedestals I built from fallacies
[Chorus 2]
F#m
I know I’m the fickle fucker
A D
I know I am the selfish lover
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I know I am sad and undeserving
A D
I know am privileged and I am also hurting
F#m
I know I’m the fickle fucker
A D
I know I am the selfish lover
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I know I am sad and undeserving
A D
I know am privileged and I am also hurting
F#m
I keep being told the importance of self love
A D
Some days I think I don’t hate myself enough
F#m
I keep being told the importance of self love
A D
Some days I think I don’t hate myself enough
F#m
I keep being told the importance of self love
A D
Some days I think I don’t hate myself enough
F#m
I keep being told the importance of self love
A D
Some days I think I don’t hate myself enough
[Outro]
F#m A
And if you relate does that make you bad?
F#m D
And for making you relate does that make me bad?
F#m A
And do I glorify what it is to be sad?
F#m D
Should you just turn off?