Dear and the Headlights - Flowers for my brain

^GWe're just whistling past the g^Draveyard Laughing in backseats and re^Gstaurants Don't know ourselves well but so ^Dwhat

^AmFloating down from all my mixed up meditations ^DTrying to straighten out my spine ^EmIt's been folding in the moments that I need it ^CI'm obsessing over finish lines ^AmAsked you why you're smiling every time you see me ^DSaid I remind you of a joke ^EmI think you might actually me on to something ^CThere's no point in trying to take ourselves ^Dso seriously

^GWe're swaying in subconscious subways so i^Dnsane But your thoughts still bring flowers for m^Gy brain And I still pull my hands past your ^Dribcage Hoping my movements might f^Amind their place at your ^Dside For as l^Among as you'd ^Dlike And we will weave in and out of sanity u^Gnnoticed Swirling in blissfully rest^Dless visions of all our bleary p^Grogress Glowing in radiant m^Dadness Certain of all we're b^Amecome

^AmNow we're sneaking out the backdoor of our A^Dmerican minds ^EmGonna leave a couple hundred years of bad t^Cradition behind ^AmDone with swimming in the sea of agitated a^Dnimal doubt ^EmGonna make up out own meanings till t^Che final ^Dblackout

^GWe're just whistling past the g^Draveyard