D                  A                    Bm              G
Wish I could write songs about anything other than death
D             A                      Bm                   G
I can't go to bed without trying the red, shaving off the breaths
            D                  A
Each one so heavy, each one so cumbersome
           Bm                    G
Each one a lead weight hanging between my lungs
            D
Spilling my guts
           A                      Bm
Sweat on a microphone breaking my voice
         G                         D
Whenever I'm alone with you, can't talk
           A                      Bm
Isn't this weather nice? Are you okay?
                G                        D
Should I go somewhere else and lie on my face?
         A            Bm
Sprinter, learning to wait
         G                     D        A       Bm
Marathon runner, my ankles are sprained
         G                     D
Marathon runner, my ankles are sprained

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