G
G D Em C
Out of tune these days, the only truth I hear is slang
G D
my ceiling is your ground, everythings turned around
Em C
so now god thinks it's me who doesn't actually exist.
G D Em C
I walked my better half to your door, left feeling worse than I had before,
G D Em C
the sex was boring, my morning breath came out to say I'm jaded and I've lost my carpe diem
G Em D C
Cause now everything feels so hollow, swordfight my drunken mouth til I fall face down in the furniture.
G Em D C
Never believe me, I'm just a dunce, I'm still twenty grand and sixty units from enlightenment.
G D Em C
O cellphone, laptop, O dirty dishes what have I become?
G D Em C
We're playing chicken with cancer, getting white lies for answers from the trash culture shoved in our face.
G D Em C
Now that the internets down we can do something else, turn our angst into products to sell somewhere.
G D Em C
I guess thats why we're here. I shouldn't tell you this, this could get dangerous.
G Em D C
Now everything feels so hollow, sit in the shower now, drain the hot water and anxiety.
G Em D C
I've got this stale feeling, questioning everything, if its all kitschy what does that make me?