Bug Hunter - Making up words

^GSlow down we can ta^Blk it out we'll ba^Emck-track, relax and t^Drack it down how I c^Garve out a space for th^Bis To hold a j^Emob and have a hobby that’s exp^Densive as it is ^GMy neighbors all co^Bmplain about the noise I m^Emake I piped down and I h^Daven't made a peep though ^Gbut I've found my v^Boice in this random noise so ^Emsit back now and w^Delcome to the peep show

^GI've been m^Baking up wo^Emrds at the ^Dtop of my lungs ^G at the t^Bip of my tongue ^Em ease up, and l^Deave me some ^GI've been ma^Bking up word^Ems 'cause there ar^Den't anymore ^{G B Em D}

Un^Gtwist From the sou^Bnds of it I've mi^Emssed half the point but I g^Dot the gist, no I ^GNow I know what my n^Bext step is find the pe^Emrfect words if th^Dey exist ^GIs it words for love?^B Is it words for pain? ^Emand do I stop when they s^Dound the same or is it ^Gbetter that I pander to the p^Beople who will listen or do I p^Emivot, go 180, just to^D prove I can be different?

^GI've been m^Baking up wo^Emrds at the ^Dtop of my lungs ^G at the t^Bip of my tongue ^Em ease up, and l^Deave me some ^GI've been ma^Bking up word^Ems 'cause there ar^Den't anymore ^{G B Em D}

^GRefresh, give me t^Bime to rest to re^Emcharge my search for a so^Dund that's fresh ^GI don't mean to be so ^Bdown or pessimistic like an ^Emivy on my skin I can't re^Dsist the urge to itch with a si^Gmple little hobby all I ^Bdo is stitch together clever wo^Emrds and sounds, record, promote d^Design and finally pitch it and I^G'm like "please share, please ^Blike and subscribe" but a^Emll I want to do is leave this ^Dunrelated stuff behind but at the ^Gsame time, I want to re^Bach a million people now I'm f^Emeeling like a thousands out of ^Dreach if I don't keep up with the t^Grending times, a bra^Bnd new state a new ban^Emdwagon with some new ^Dpaint - well here's my new way ^GMaybe I'm not tr^Bending up on twitter and the o^Emnly one's I'll reach will be my ^Dmom and baby sister maybe I'^Gm not bound for ^Bmoney or fame but my mus^Emic wouldn't fit ins^Dide a status or a hash-tag!

^GI've been m^Baking up wo^Emrds at the ^Dtop of my lungs ^G at the t^Bip of my tongue ^Em ease up, and l^Deave me some ^GI've been ma^Bking up word^Ems 'cause there ar^Den't anymore

^AI've been m^C#aking up wor^F#mds at the ^Etop of my lungs ^A at the t^C#ip of my tongue ^F#m ease up, and l^Eeave me some

I'^All plagiarize the chorus from the b^C#eating in my chest I'll t^F#make my inspiration from the cade^Ence of my breath I'm s^Aearching for a rhythm in the cra^C#cking of my knuckles they as

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ked me for a title, said I'm Torn Between a Couple ^Ataking aim and aiming up, its s^C#econd nature, off the cuff I'm va^F#mguely masquerading and I'm fa^Eking that I'm brave enough, I'm ^Ashakin' up the achey stuff, I'm w^C#aking all the neighbors up there a^F#min't enough to waste it cuz I'm savin up^E and makin' up w^Aords