Flurry Rush

G Em C D G D

G
I try not to give a fuck about the little things
                 Em
Yet still every particle of pressure
Got my psyche circling the drain
  C
But shit I can’t complain
Compared to many folks I got it great
D
So, why's it always seem
That everything was better yesterday
G
Sure, I suppose that I could down another fifth
Em
To help myself forget
Pocket the grenade and pull the pin
C
But giving in is overrated
And I’m sick of being faded
D
And I’d like my epitaph to read
D
They made it
So, we’ll have to
         G
Wipe the sweat from our brows
Tears from our eyes
               Em
Booze from our mouths
Em
I know shits going south
But we got this
C
Just as long as we don’t cave
               D
To the escape route
          C                     D                G
Just chug along and everything will play out fine

Em
Or maybe it won't
                  C
Maybe we're fucked
            G
Maybe we’re born to die
                        D
And all shit out of luck
                       Em
Plus, it does feel a bit narcissistic
C
To deny our existence
D               C                     G
Is an accident congealed from the dust
G Em C D G D

D
How I’d love to find myself
                    G
Some solace in some pollyannaish paradise
And view the glass half full
                  Em
But it’s just so difficult
To not fill every glass in sight with booze
                   C
I’ve got so many self-inflicted bullet wounds
In both my feet
     D
That it’s a miracle I ever leave the bed
To walk the streets
       G
When I do a wave of panic washes over me
                        Em
And shrivels up my lungs
Can’t seem to act the way I’m supposed to be
                 C
Without catching a buzz
Meaning is tough to find when anchored to a drug
            D
So, I hold dear the hope
With work one day I'll live a life unplugged
         G
And wipe the sweat from our brows
Tears from our eyes
               Em
Booze from our mouths
Em
I know shits going south
But we got this
C
Just as long as we don’t cave
               D
To the escape route
          C                     D                G
Just chug along and everything will play out fine

Em
Or maybe it won’t
                   C
Maybe we’re screwed
                 G
Maybe we’re just arbitrary blips
                D
All born to lose
                    Em
Maybe searching for meaning hope
       C
To deny life is pointless
         D              C                G
And this consciousness shit’s all a rouse
G Em C D G D

G
For every happy thought I’ve ever had
                                   Em
There dwells a voice within my head
That speaks to sabotage my comfort
                         C
With an existential dread
Oh, how nice it’d be to just enjoy one day
D
Without the vacuum of anxiety to suck the fun away
G
Like it’s a
Gorgeous day outside
                                     Em
Too bad that everyone I know will die
It doesn’t matter what we leave behind
          C
We’re all standing in place
Just launching arrows at the sky
           D
The finish line of this rat race

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