Deer Tick - Born at zero

^GYou're coming back, I don't know why I f^C/Geel so bad Oh, a ^Dpicture always ^C/Ghurts more than ^Gwords You're ^Gborn at zero, and dead at ^C/G23 Ain't it fucking ^Dcold,^C/G and the dirt comes f^Gree

You ^Gmake it clear, you take me as insincer^C/Ge A ^Dpicture I can't ^C/Glive without seei^Gn' Oh, you ^Gmade your point, I never robbed you ^C/Gof a choice And I^D can hear a l^C/Gonging in your v^Goice

^DI'm a sorry mess, to see your ^Gface I wanna ^Chold you close^Am, but I push you aw^Gay ^DI wanna feel your skin upon my s^Gkin But I'm not f^Ceeling great,^Am about letting you ^Gin

^GClose your eyes, it's just about time to s^C/Gpeak Our dr^Deams only come ^C/Gtrue in better dre^Gams ^GI drink neat in the middle of drunken s^C/Gcreams Oh, pr^Daying to God that o^C/Gne day I'll be cl^Gean

Oh, l^Gook at the clock, I wish it was a time m^C/Gachine 'Cause I could have been any^Dthing but I got ^C/Gcaught up in your grand sc^Ghemes

^DI'm a sorry mess *to see your f^Gace* I wanna h^Cold you close^Am, but I push you a^Gway ^DI wanna feel your skin upon my s^Gkin But I'm not fe^Celing grea^Amt, about letting you ^Gin

B^Gorn at zero, and dead at 2^C/G3 Ain't it fucking ^Dcol^C/Gd, and the dirt come fr^Gee