Singalong

[G], [D], [A], [G], [D], [A], [G], [D]  x2 (no last [D] second time)

[C]Well there are incidents and accidents that [Am]you could never save
if [Em]you don't act your shoe size, act your a[G]ge.
well I p[C]lay until my fingers hurt and g[Am]rit my teeth through every word
like [Em]I'm the only introvert who wa[D]nts to seize the day.

And t[G]his is not the sound of a thousand switches flipped
and I [D]do not want to live inside this Aronofsky script
I guess that[Am] I could be the next big thing, but th[C]at would just be weird
So I g[Em]uess I'll play more folk clubs, but I'd [D]have to grow a beard.

So I t[C]ried to write a singalong,
but we [Am]all forgot the words,
we a[C]ll forgot the words, it's t[G]rue.
and I t[C]ried to write a singalong,
but we [Am]all forgot the words,
we al[C]l forgot the words, it's [G]true.

well it's s[Am]hit and you know it,
but it's life so what can you do?
[G]  Go home

There are inc[C]idents and accidents and th[Am]at is why they say
if y[Em]ou can't read the small print, burn the p[G]age.
well I s[C]ing until my visions blurred to s[Am]pit the things I overheard
as [Em]long as I can play on words I k[D]now I'll be okay.

And t[G]his is not the sound of a thousand switches flipped
and I [D]do not want to live inside this Aronofsky script
I guess that[Am] I could be the next big thing, but th[C]at would just be weird
So I g[Em]uess I'll play more folk clubs, but I'd ha[D]ve to grow a beard.

So I t[C]ried to write a singalong,
but we [Am]all forgot the words,
we a[C]ll forgot the words, it's t[G]rue.
and I t[C]ried to write a singalong,
but we [Am]all forgot the words,
we al[C]l forgot the words, it's t[G]rue.

well it's s[Am]hit and you know it,
but it's life so what can you d[Em]o?
and it's there in the ni[G]ght
[C]And it may not be much but at least we're not waiting to d[G]ie.

(la la la's)
[G], [D], [Am], [C], [Am], [C] x2

And t[G]his is not the sound of a thousand switches flipped
and I [D]do not want to live inside this Aronofsky script
I guess that[Am] I could be the next big thing, but th[C]at would just be weird
So I g[Em]uess I'll play more folk clubs, but I'd h[D]ave to grow a beard.

T[G]his is not the sound of the voices in the night
when you w[D]orry about lovers and the day you'll finally die
because et[Am]ernity's forever and you've got a[C]ll this time to rest
and no m[Em]atter what the hole you're in, at le[D]ast you did your best.

So I t[C]ried to write a singalong,
but we [Am]all forgot the words,
we a[C]ll forgot the words, it's t[G]rue.
and I t[C]ried to write a singalong,
but we [Am]all forgot the words,
we al[C]l forgot the words, it's [G]true.

So I t[C]ried to write a singalong,
but we [Am]all forgot the words,
we a[C]ll forgot the words, it's t[G]rue.
and I t[C]ried to write a singalong,
but we [Am]all forgot the words,
we al[C]l forgot the words, it's t[G]rue.