Its Not Interesting

                    B
I say there’s more hurt than happy in my mind
              B
Each time my chest aches
B
Like I can’t breathe deep right
                                         G#m   F#   E
But maybe I just don’t know myself that well
                  B
Or I’m up on the stage playing up the lies:
B
“Isn’t he miserable?” “Dylan, are you alright?”
                                           G#m
You’re the only one that I’ve talked to tonight
       F#     E
If I’m being honest
                 B
it’s only cause I’m scared

F#              G#m      E          B
Maybe I should learn to love myself?
F#              G#m      E          B
It always feels better staying down
F#             G#m   E          B
Maybe I’ll be happy in the end
F#               G#m         E          B
Should I hold my breath and wait for it?

B G#m E (x2)

B
It’s the same way that I’ve always been—
B
Talking shit for attention
B
complaining for the eyes
                                      G#m
Telling every stranger I meet the same
         F# E
three stories
                 B
It’s not interesting
B
Feeling more paranoid than motivated
B
Turning down sex when I’m feeling depressed
B
And when I think I’m losing my mind
         G#m          F#  E             B
I got a chorus of voices who remind me that:
B
“Nothing you do is real
B
Nothing you feel is real
B
But it’s full of consequences.”

F#              G#m      E          B
Maybe I should learn to love myself?
F#              G#m      E          B
It always feels better staying down
F#             G#m   E          B
Maybe I’ll be happy in the end
F#               G#m         E          B
Should I hold my breath and wait for it?

B E B E G#m F# B
B G#m F# E

B
I’m spending a year
                   G#m
out of my comfort zone
                                     F#
I don’t think I’ve ever been comfortable
                      E
in my life or my own skin
B
So I spent a decade
                 G#m
painting myself blue
                              F#
Running from any hint of the truth:
                                   E
I’m far too old to complain about dying alone
                             B
When I’ve been the way I’ve been
B
I’m spending a year
                   G#m
out of my comfort zone
                                     F#
I don’t think I’ve ever been comfortable
                      E
in my life or my own skin
B
So I spent a decade
                 G#m
painting myself blue
                              F#
Running from any hint of the truth:
                                   E
I’m far too old to complain about dying alone
                             B
When I’ve been the way I’ve been
B
I’m spending a year
                   G#m
out of my comfort zone
                                     F#
I don’t think I’ve ever been comfortable
                      E
in my life or my own skin
B
So I spent a decade
                 G#m
painting myself blue
                              F#
Running from any hint of the truth:
                                   E
I’m far too old to complain about dying alone
                             B
When I’ve been the way I’ve been
    B
And I don’t think I could fix this
      G#m
if I found God
            F#
And there’s no drug in the world
                              E
that could possibly wash this off
             B
I can’t even go down to the river
              G#m
And stick my fucking head in it
               F#
The feeling’s gone
F#
Just let me come back home
        E
Let me wash the dark away

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