Album: Regional At Best (2011)
Intro: Hb F Dm C – 8 times
Verse 1
HbI don'Ft know why IDm feed on Cemotion
HbThere’s a stomach Finside my DmbrainC
HbI don’t wantF to be heard
DmI want to bCe listened to
HbDoes it botheFr anyone elseDm
That someoneC else has yourHb name?F
Oh, Dmdoes it botherC anyone elseHb
That someonFe else has your nDmame, your naCme
Pre-Chorus
FI scream, Cyou scream
We alDml scream ’cause wHbe’re terriGmfied
Of Hbwhat’s around the Ccorner
FWe stay in Cplace
Cause we dDmon’t want to Hblose our Gmlives
So let’s Hbthink of something Cbetter.
Chorus
HbDown in thFe forest Dmwe’ll sing Ca chorus
HbOne that everFybody DmknowsC
HbHands heldF higher, Dmwe’ll beC on fire
HbSinging songsF that nobodDmy wroteC.
Verse 2
HbMy brain Fhas given up
DmWhite flags areC hoisted
HbI took someF food for thought
DmIt might beC poisoned
HbThe stomachF in my brain
DmThrows up onC to the page
HbDoes it botherF anyone elseDm
That someoneC else hasHb yourF name?Dm
Does it botherC anyone elseHb
That someone elFse has yDmour name?C
Pre-Chorus
FI scream, Cyou scream
We alDml scream ’cause wHbe’re terriGmfied
Of Hbwhat’s around the Ccorner
FWe stay in Cplace
Cause we dDmon’t want to Hblose our Gmlives
So let’s Hbthink of something Cbetter.
Chorus
HbDown in theF forest Dmwe’ll sing Ca chorus
HbOne that everFybody DmknowsC
HbHands heldF higher, Dmwe’ll beC on fire
HbSinging songsF that nobodyDm wrote.C
Instrumental:Dm C F Hb
Bridge
QuicklyDm moving towards a storm
Moving forward, torn
In to pieces over reasons
Of what these storms are for
CI don’t understand why everything I adore
Takes a different form when I squint my eyes
Have you Fever done that
When you squint your eyes
And your eyelashes make it look a little not right
And then when Hbjust enough light
Comes from just the right side
And you find you’re not who you’re suppose to be?
DmThis is not what you’re suppose to see
Please, remember me? I am suppose to be
King oCf a kingdom or swinging on a swing
Something happened to my imagination
This situation’s Fbecoming dire
My treehouse is on fire
And for some reason I smell gas on my hands
HbThis is not what I had planned
This is not what I had planned.
Chorus
HbDown in Fthe foDmrestC
HbWe’ll siFng a chDmorusC
HbHands helFd higher,Dm we’ll beC on fire
HbSinging songFs that noboDmdy wrote.C
HbDown in theF forest Dmwe’ll sing Ca chorus
HbOne that everFybody DmknowsC
HbHands held Fhigher, Dmwe’ll beC on fire
HbSinging songsF that nobody Dmwrote.C
HbHands helFd higDmherC
HbWe’ll be Fon fDmireC
HbHands helFd higDmherC
HbWe’ll bFe on DmfireC
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