D#
  Ever since I pulled over
          A#
I've been looking for you in the strangest places
D#                          A#
  With desperation painted on my face and I'm shaking
      C           G                D#
As I check every car window in the parking lot
       C               G
Swallowing these ashes whole
                              D#
And know that soon I'll be en route to the hospital

D#                  A#        D#          G
  You'd think I've got it all 'til tires start to crawl
D#            A#                 C       F
  I'm asleep at the wheel, this binge is monumental

D#
 Getting high in a borrowed car
A#                                    D#
Listening to the songs that got me this far

Into my own head
A#
  Just thinking of this, always thinking of this
        C           G                      D#       G#                  G
Put on a pair of sunglasses that turn February gray into everything yellow
                             D#
You'll always want to see as much of the sky

As much of the sky as possible

D#                  A#        D#          G
  You'd think I've got it all 'til tires start to crawl
D#            A#                 C       F
  I'm asleep at the wheel, this binge is monumental
D#             A#         D#                 G                D#
 And I feel no pain at all when these tires screech down to a halt
          A#                  C        F
Asleep hitting the wall, this binge is monumental

D#
Greet the world with a poker face

Through empty bottles in a haze
     A#                        C
They won't suspect a thing now will they?
D#
Itemize your life in a panicked state

So you can sleep at night
     A#                        C
And dream about never turning old and gray
G           F                   G          F
Catching my breath now seems as useless as airplane conversations
G#        G
  'cause I enjoy toiling in all of my frustration

D#                  A#        D#          G
  You'd think I've got it all 'til tires start to crawl
D#            A#                 C       F
  I'm asleep at the wheel, this binge is monumental
D#             A#         D#                 G                D#
And I feel no pain at all when these tires screech down to a halt
          A#                  C        F
Asleep hitting the wall, this binge is monumental
     C     F                C        F         G#      G        D# A#
Our skin is peeling from the searing steel surrounding us

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