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1. |
Fight Or Flight
02:28
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D F#m Gm
D Gm F#m
D F#m Gm
Em G6
D Gm
F#m Em G6
With this talk of a list to sign, I'm fight or flight
D Gm
F#m Em G6
If I could I'd get out right now on my brand new motorized bike
Em G6 Em Gm
You've got your brain hooked up to my brain, right in that spot
D F#m Gm Em G6
That keeps me apathetic, that keeps me complicit, but
D F#m Gm
You're not evil, it's just
D Gm F#m
Extreme discomfort, it's just
D F#m Gm
The way you move with so much power
Em G6
I'm afraid that I'm afraid
D F#m Gm
You're not evil, it's just
D Gm F#m
Extreme discomfort, it's just
D F#m Gm
The way you move with so much power
Em G6
I'm afraid, I'm afraid
Gm F# Gm F#
Pointing with your middle finger, Pointing with your middle finger
D G D G A
Pointing with your middle finger, Pointing with your middle finger
D F#m Gm
You're not evil, it's just
D Gm F#m
Extreme discomfort, it's just
D F#m Gm
The way you move with so much power
Em G6
I'm afraid that I'm afraid
D F#m Gm
You're not evil, it's just
D Gm F#m
Extreme discomfort, it's just
D F#m Gm
The way you move with so much power
Em G6
I'm afraid, I'm afraid
D
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Em A D Gm G A D
I wish I went to that party
I wish I drank too much
I wish I snuck a lifetime supply of edibles in my bag of stuff
I won't use anytime soon, cause I am just too dumb
Should I regress even further into just getting high and having fun
Em Gm D A
What's the point in even trying to learn to drive
I am stunted, no matter what I won't survive
Em A D Gm G A D
I'll live together with my parents till they die and then I'll die alone
D Em Gm A
Destined to lie to myself and say my job means something
Destined to care too much and work too hard for nothing
D Em G Gm
Destined to never get that raise for which I'm fighting
D Em Gm
Destined to stay in west virginia till I'm dying
Em Gm D A
What's the point in even trying to learn to interact
I am stunted, no matter what I won't know how to act
If you told me I am gonna die I will just relax
And know my life meant nothing and my music had no impact
Em A D Gm G A D
I'll live together with my parents till they die and then I'll die alone
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3. |
Suicidal Flash
02:30
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D Gm G
Dsus7 Em D Dsus7 Em
There's no unique way to die
D Gm G F#m Em
A million different cliches in a second in my mind
Em F#m Gm A Gm
There'd be way more cuts on my arms if I could slow down time
Em Gm F#m D
Way more bodily harm done in the blink of an eye
Em A D7
Smash my face in the wall, or my hands a million times
Em Gm D
But my hands need to come right back if I let them outside
D Gm G x3
D E
F#m Em Gm F#m
F#m G A D
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4. |
Ball And Chain
02:35
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Em A Bm A
Destroying your body cause you hate yourself
Leading to more destruction
There won't be some explosion, just long lasting damage
Bloated by your feelings, how's it make you feel? Like eating.
D G D A
So glazed over, need someone who towers over
G A D A
Like hundreds of feet tall, two hundred arms and all
Em A Bm A
In my fantasies I don't say a word
G A D A
You do the talking for me, no matter how absurd
Em A Bm A
Bloated by your feelings, how's it make you feel? Like eating.
D G D A
You be the ball, I'll be the chain
We'll make some weight, we'll make no change
G A D A
I'll rot on the couch, you can do everything, anything
Em A Bm A
In my fantasies I don't say a word
G A D A
You do the talking for me, no matter how absurd
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5. |
Various Objects
01:43
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Capo 2
F E C x4
C F G E
E F C
Can we skip the small talk
And get to the part
Where we meet up and it works out or not
If the talking or the sex has that spark
C E F Fm
That makes me want to learn to drive
That makes me want to pull the sheets up so they cover the stains, it's quote unquote okay
I'll sleep like this every day
I'm used to living this way
C G F C
I'm used to stepping over various objects
C F G E
E F C
C E F Fm
C G F C
C F G E
It's another day off
E F C
Another day I have to do everything I do the same
C G F C
Mindless video games
E F C
Walk about a mile, buy the same fucking drink, that kind of
C E F Fm
Makes me want to learn to drive
That makes me want to pull the sheets up so they cover the stains, it's quote unquote okay
F E C x3
F G C
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6. |
Cute Boots
01:36
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Capo 2
G D Am C
I bought these cute boots
I bought them for you, but
I don't know how to, I don't know how to
Talk to you
I don't know how to, I don't know how to
Talk to you
Am D G C
Then there's the one that got away
Looking all pretty on my screen, I just wanna say
It's been a while, man
But you're lookin real cute
Let's go to Valley Mall, and then take it back to your room
Em Am
Wanna make out, wanna make out?
Em Am D
Wanna make out, wanna make out?
G D Am C
I bought these cute shoes
Come monday morning, no messages, what am I doing wrong?
I bought this cute top
Come Saturday, better have a date, or this whole social thing, it turns off
Am D G C
It's been a while, man
But you're lookin real cute
Let's go to Valley Mall, and then take it back to your room
Em Am
Wanna make out, wanna make out?
Em Am D
Wanna make out, wanna make out?
G D Am C
I bought these cute boots
I bought them for you, but
I don't know how to, I don't know how to
Talk to you
I don't know how to, I don't know how to
Talk to you
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7. |
Flunk
02:22
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I've hit the wall
Now all I can do is beg for its mercy
I feel like everything I worked for is in vain
Why are things set up this way
I feel I'll never understand the structure a world
Where hard work means everything and nothing
Where everything you work for is in vain
And the lottery exists in the first place
Oh, it's so beautiful
But I feel destined to reside
On spiked benches and suicidal sweat
That feels embedded in my skin again
That feels embedded in my skin again
"I don't know" is all I've ever been able to say
If I was flipped inside outside I'd be screaming
Every single second of the day
I feel like everything I worked for is in vain
Why are things set up this way
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8. |
21
02:17
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C Em Am G
When she came in, I pretended to sleep, but it was news I couldn't fake sleep through
Em Am F G
Something terrible happened, something permanent
C Am Dm G
Go to sleep knowing it's happened already, there's nothing that I could do
F C Dm G
I wish I kept up with karate, I would show him every move I knew
C Em Am F
We used to walk for miles, talk for hours, and I miss it, and I miss you
G Dm G
Now I hear about you time to time, we've both got our own things to do
C Em Am G
Well you get wasted, you got wasted, it's all fun at 21
Em Am F G
And I don't know what's gonna happen to the whole system of trust
C Am Dm G
I think I trust the world a whole lot less
F C Dm G
And if it couldn't keep its hands off, then I was right to say it's perverted
C Em Am G
And I am scared of how much further God will push us, if he's up there
Em Am F G
And I am scared of how much things that he will do to make a point
C Am Dm G
Well I guess God, he had his holy hand in every fucking guy
F C Dm G
That do this shit to drunk women and move on with their lives
C Em Am G
I hope he spends it in a cell
I hope we beat him to hell
What gives him the right
To live past tonight
F G C
If I find him, then he's dead, or as close as I can get him
If I find you, then I'll hug you, try to make you feel a little better
I, I don't know what to say
But I love you anyway
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9. |
Mr. Excuses
02:20
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Capo 1
E A E B
They say I'm faking all of these little things
The doctor, oh the doctor he just said
B E A E
"You're in deep deep trouble again, Mr. Excuses
A B
My diagnosis, my prescription
E A E B
You are lazy"
E A E B
My friends all say I'm from outer space
My parents play along, make up fun alien names
Bm D A E
The scientist who found me, decided to study me
And after the studying, he made his discovery
B E A E
"You're in deep deep trouble again, Mr. Alien
A B
My hypothesis, what we have at hand
E A E B
Is just plain old weird"
A E F#m B
Go throw a football
Go play baseball
The cure is good old fashioned fun
Keep the tags on your shirt, you're not on fire, grow the fuck up
It got less fun as time went on
B E A E
"You're in deep deep trouble again, Mr. Excuses
A B
My diagnosis, my prescription
E A E B
You are lazy"
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10. |
Track 10
00:25
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11. |
Cough Just Like I Bleed
03:01
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I think you had a lot more fun than I did
As close as we can be, and I still feel disconnected
Maybe I need something a little more romantic
Maybe I just needed to cuddle up on your couch
I'm afraid of increasingly perverted disturbing fantasies
I'm afraid when they slip into my thoughts when I'm working
I wouldn't even make a song admitting these things
I wouldn't tell a therapist, let alone those close to me
Yeah, I've thought of killing you, if you're listening, that means you too
Yeah, I've thought of you killing me, you're one of them if you're listening
Yeah, I've thought of you sexually, and it makes me want to punch something
So please don't puncture me, I cough just like I bleed
There's no cure for a missing heart
There's no literal way to fill that hole
And after I just felt ashamed of my body
It didn't fix a god damn thing
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12. |
Track 12
01:53
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13. |
Pretender
01:37
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I know what you're here to do
I've met you before
You are here to butt heads with
Everything my confidence stands for, stands for, stands for
And you're taking up like half of my screen
You're making me feel like shit, and you haven't done a thing
I can tell from this preview that I'll never be like you
Never be like you
I can see you on the billboards
I can smell you in the perfume
I will never be you in the commercials, I will always be a pretender
I will always be a pretender
I can feel you in the sweater
I can see you in the advert
I will never be you in the commercials, I will always be a pretender
I will always be a pretender
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14. |
Hand Mouth
02:13
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Bm F# G A#
I had another dream tonight
Almost expected that I'd look the same today
Bm F# G Gm
Cause I felt this body, I saw it with my own eyes
D G A# A
Oh my God, I'm praying down tonight
And I'm praying for
G Cm G D7
Black magic, in my nightmares I am the same
C Cminus G D
Black magic, in my nightmares I am the same
Am D G Cm
Blood sacrifice, I'll give it to you any day
D7 Am G
My God has gave me nothing
D D7 G
How can I trust, how can I trust nothing?
G D Cminus
Bm F# G A#
I woke up paralyzed from the waist down
Crawled to the drawing on the floor
Bm F# G Gm
So deprived of life, so deprived of life
D G A# A
I don't care, I don't care anymore
G Cm G D7
Let the hands poke and grab me
C Cminus G D
Let them push me around, maybe even hit me, oh my god
Am D G Cm
There are no thoughts, these must be my hands of God
D7 Am G
They open like mouths, and tell me what I want
D D7 G
They open like mouths, they open like mouths, and are talking through their tongues
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15. |
Hitting The Wall
02:39
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Call you on the phone just to let you know
I am trying
I need to call up my doctor to let him know
I am dying
Cause I'm terrified that this will be the end
Cause I'm terrified that this will be the end
And it's such a big life
You get to share it with your friends
But when all of them are miles away, or gone after you've said
One sentence
I'm in charge of reality again
Don't give me this power God, for I'm incompetent
Cause I'm terrified that this will be the end
Cause I'm terrified that this will be the end
And so I called you on the phone just to let you know
I am trying
I need to call up my doctor to let him know
I am dying
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