Dear and the Headlights - Try

^CStraighten up my shoulders for my mother and mirrors ^CThe overcompensation of a posture I'm dying to k^Gnow ^CFeeling like a kid selling ten dollar chocolates ^CReciting all my rehearsed lines to your closing do^Gor ^CThought a change of scenery could make me feel better ^CI moved four hundred miles away, I'm still staring at the fl^Goor ^CAnd feeling useless as a mime in a counseling session ^CHere's a million mute expressions, here's the one where I choke on my wo^Grds

Then ^Ain comes the church with the answers Ah, Ah, bless me with those t^D/F#ired acronyms They look good on the overhead s^Gli^Bm/F#de ^{C C}They're saving l^Giv^Bm/F#es ^{C C}Works every t^Gim^Bm/F#e ^C Riff 1

^CCoughing courtesy up in a month of indifference ^CAnd lapping up the lie with an apologetic t^Gongue ^CI'm polishing my eyelids with a hand on your shoulder ^CScripted adornment always kills conce^Grn

^CSick of coming home to the TV mumbling ^CThere used to be a time when you spoke to me with w^Gords ^CI'm swearing up and down saying it's a commitment ^CAnd toasting new beginnings saying sorry I thought it would w^Gork

All my sp^Aeech is riddled with annulment I'm sorry, I'm just ^D/F#doing what I think I should I'm gathering my things and I^A'm leaving for good in November I don't know w^D/F#hen I'll talk to you I guess when both our eyes have finally d^Gied^{G Bm/F# C} I still want to t^Gry^{Bm/F# C} Still want to try^{G Bm/F# C} Still want to try^{G Bm/F# C}