Key: C#m
Introduction:
C#m B
Cursed by my imagination,
A
teaming with echoes of situations.
C#m B A
I do not feel well, pressed beneath this spell.
C#m B
Polishing my social skills,
A
with one more drink, and two more pills.
C# B A
I do not feel good, I thought by now I would.
B
But then again.
F#m C#m B
It's like one thousand paper cuts,
F#m
soaked in vinegar.
C#m B
Like the battles with yourself,
F#m
that leave you insecure.
C#m B
It's all just a numbing charade
A
Until the day you finally wake up,
B
and you're not afraid.
C#m B
Bound by my own disposition,
A
the endless hunt to find fruition.
C#m B A
I'm insatiable, even if my cup is full.
C#m B
My sore throats, are now routine.
A
I've got to write those songs, make 'em scream.
C#m B A
They're insatiable, even if their ears are full.
B
But then again.
F#m C#m B
It's like one thousand paper cuts,
F#m
soaked in vinegar.
C#m B
Like the battles with yourself,
F#m
that leave you insecure.
C#m B
It's all just a numbing charade
A
Until the day you finally wake up,
B
and you're not afraid.
F#m C#m B
It's like one thousand paper cuts,
F#m
soaked in vinegar.
C#m B
Like the battles with yourself,
F#m
that leave you insecure.
C#m B
It's all just a numbing charade
A
Until the day you finally wake up,
B
and you're not afraid.