Ode

                 C
Callin’ this an ode
                  Em
That would be a stretch
 F
And I won’t write an ode
For a thing that
 G
Still isn’t over yet
 C
Go
               Em
Woulda lost a bet
           F
Will our lives be at all like we thought
        G
Were dreams all an overstep
C
Old
                  Em
The older that I get
 F
The thoughts of where we would be now
       G
Are looking like jokes at best
      C
The thing
                    Em
That I would not predict
          F
Is how grateful I’d be to just breathe
     G
And walk around no longer sick

   C                       Em
Grateful for such normal things
  F
Like waking up not full of dread
  G
Unable to get out of bed
    C                      Em
Grateful for such boring things
   F
Like driving around a sharp bend
   G
Not wanting go straight ahead
    C                      Em
Grateful for such normal things
   F
Like sitting alone with my thoughts
  G
And not having to fight them off
   C                Em
Could that be the normal now?
   F
Managing what can’t be cured
   G
Was born with me when I was born

             C
Is it really smart
                 Em
Does it make any sense
    F
Be beholden to the hopes that we had
       G
While looking through a child’s lense
 C                   Em
Back when I knew it all
  F
But it turns out a turn for the worse
     G
Was waiting just outside the hall
 C
Scars
                    Em
Dug tunnels in the brain
         F
With the knowledge that there will be new ones
 G
Made through my remaining days
 C
Yeah
                   Em
I guess that is to say
   F
That no matter how hard that I try
      G
I’ll end up back in hell sometimes

   C              Em
Grateful for the time I spend
  F
Every second of normal
             G
Is like a blessing that heaven has sent
  C                 Em
Changed the way I look at things
   F
After thinking of death as a friend
   G
I see things through a different lense
   C                  Em
Who could know what life would bring
  F
So I’m trying to keep it the same
  G
And always take it day by day
   C                 Em
One small step and test the ground
   F
If it’s solid I’ll put down a stake
   G
And keep on building up the house
(Slow down tempo)

  C
Everyone needs
   Em
A reason to be
   F
Especially those
      G
Who can’t seem to see
     C
The point of it all
            Em
Where’s the green on the grass?
           F
What’s the meaning of life?
          G
What’s so bad about death?
 C
I couldn’t find
           Em
One clear reason to live
     F
But that means I’m free
    G
To fill that space in
    C
No purpose to get
          Em
Means a purpose to learn
        F
You can go out and find one
           G
While you wait for your turn
       F
Maybe life is a canvas
                G
And I can just paint my own world

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