L.G. FUAD Motion City Soundtrack
[C]Let's get fucked up an[C/B]d die.
[C]I am speaking f[F]igurat[G]ively of co[C]urse.
[C]Like the last time that[C/B] I committed s[Am]uicide.
"Social s[G]uicide."
[C]Yeah, so I'm alread[C/B]y dead,
[C]On the inside but [F]I can st[G]ill pret[C]end.
[C]With my memories and p[C/B]hotographs I have l[Am]earned to love the l[G]ie.
[F]I want to know what its l[G]ike to be awkward and i[Am]nnocent, not bell[G]igerent.
[F]I want to know how it f[G]eels to be useful and p[Am]ertinent and have c[G]ommon sense, yeah.
[F]Let me in, let me i[G]nto the club 'cause I [Am]want to belong,
And I [G/B]need to get strong.
And if m[F]emory serves I'm add[G]icted to words.
And they're u[C]seless...in this department.
[C]Let's get fucked up an[C/B]d die.
[C]I'm riding hard on the [F]last legs of [G]every [C]lie.
[C]And the BMX [C/B]bike of my life is [Am]about to explode.
I'm ab[G]out to explode.
[C]I'm a mess I'm [C/B]a wreck.
[C]I am perfect and [F]I have l[G]earned to acc[C]ept,
[C]All my problems and s[C/B]hortcomings 'cause I'm so v[Am]isceral, yet d[G]eeply inept.
[F]I want to thank you for b[G]eing a part of my
[Am]"Forget me nots and[G] marigolds [F]and other things that d[G]on't get old."
Is it l[Am]egal to do this? [G]I surely don't know.
[F]It's the only way [G]I have learned to expr[Am]ess myself,
Through other [G/B]peoples descriptions of life.
[F]I'm afraid, I'm al[G]one and entirely u[C]seless...in this department.
[C]Let's get fucked up and [C/B]die.
[C]For the last time with f[F]eelings we'll t[G]ry not to sm[C]ile.
[C]As we cover our h[C/B]eads and drink heavily [Am]into the nights that still sh[G]ock and surprise.
[C]I believe that [C/B]I can[C] overcome this and [F]beat everyth[G]ing in the [C]end.
[C]But I choose to ab[C/B]use for the time being.
[Am]Maybe I'll win. But for [G]now I've decided to die.
[F]Sister soldier you've b[G]een such a positive [Am]influence on my m[G]ental frame.
[F]If I could ever rep[G]ay you I would but I'm h[Am]ard up for cash and my m[G]emory lacks initiative.
[F]Goddamn, the [G]liquor store's closed. We wer[Am]e so close to scoring.
It h[G/B]urts, it destroys, 'til it [F]kills. I am tired and [G]hungry and totally
[C]useless...in this department.
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