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?
