Brett Dennen - Make the most

^Amand in the morning, when I ^Dmrise ^Amone question, that feels like the s^Dmun in my eyes ^AmAm I making the m^Dmost of this life? ^AmSo much trouble and ^Dmso much strife ^Amand in my guilty h^Dmour ^Amthrough all of my sh^Dmame ^Amwhen all my love is run sour I have no o^Dmne else to blame ^Amcause it finds me through the mask I wear ^Dmand I see it through my eyes closed ^Ambut still I can not bear to stare into my wor^Dmries and my woes ^Ftheres comfort in self loathing and its e^Dmasy to slip into it ^Ambut still I must learn to lead my life with ^Dmno regrets all the t^Cime it all mo^Gves in the same direc^Ftion ^Cso don't le^Gt it pass you b^Fy ^Cbecause It moves so fast , theres ^Gno time for perfe^Fction ^Cso make the mo^Gst of this li^Ffe make the m^Gost of this li^Cfe, uh make the m^Fost of this li^Cfe make the m^Gost of this li^Cfe

^Amand when I fall I fall h^Dmard ^Amand I dwell to often in my f^Dmalls ^AmI must accept it and mov^Dme on ^Amtheres just no shame in having to ^Dmcrawl

^Cand if you come to ^Gme smiling oh ^FI, will see you shin^Ging out from wit^Chin such a beautiful gr^Fin aw ^Gfalling down on me and freckling my sk^Cin ^Cwake I am po^Gur I a cup of ^Fwake I am po^Gur I a cup ^Cwake I am p^Gour I a cup of li^Cfe