[Intro]
F C/E
[Verse 1]
C/E F
And I see her bent over a notebook staring hard past her words
C/E F
Feels like most of the time, I'm only somewhat there
C/E F
So I might whine about the distance or write up some new fiction
C/E F
Hope for some condolences while she draws idly
C/E F
She says to "enjoy my little misfires," and "the fact that I'm alive,"
C/E F
- I'm sketching dramatics into every line
[Chorus]
Am G F
Cause I'm not on the right path, just the one of least resistance
Am G F
And despite this trite existence, I'm getting better all the time
C
I'm getting better all the time
[Verse 2]
Am G F
And I want to be scared of the truth in fiction and all of our heartbreak correspondence
Am G F
because the thought of a fleeting impression, - it scares me to death
Am G F
So I might whine about the distance because I care so much I'm sick
Am G F
And you'll probably just be pissed and I didn't even think of it
[Chorus]
Am G F
Cause I'm not on the right path, just the one of least resistance
Am G F
And despite this trite existence, I'm getting better all the time
Am G F
Cause I'm not on the right path, just the one of least resistance
Am G F
And despite this trite existence, I'm getting better all the time
C
I'm getting better all the time