Mixtapes - Hope is for people

^AI'm tired of ^F#mwaiting a^C#mround But I don't w^Danna leave ^AA second ^F#mverse will ^C#mcome but not that ^Deasily ^AThese ^F#mhabits ^C#mbreak they never ^Dgo away ^AI'm sure I'll ^F#mspend the ^C#mday just f^Dixing things ^ABut I'm ^F#mbroke and I ^C#mdon't mean ^Dliteral^Aly I always ^F#mchoke so ^C#mdon't wait ^Daround for ^Ame If I'm a ^F#mmess then I ^C#mguess it's just a^D stress Cause I^A'm always staying^F#m up and I ^C#mnever ^Dsecond g^Euess, I guess

^ASo I'd rather sit in ^Dmy front yard ^F#mAnd I'd rather be c^Elose than far ^AAnd I'd rather just s^Dit on the curb ^F#mAnd just look at the s^Etars ^AI close my ^F#meyes and ^C#mears when ev^Deryone talks ^AI guess we only ^F#mlive and ^C#mhear about ^Dour shitty j^Aobs And each ^F#mday we get ^C#mmore con^Dtent with just l^Aiving this ^F#mway I guess ^C#mmaybe we f^Dorget ^AWe used to d^F#mream and ^C#mnow it doesn^D't seem the same ^AI think I'll ^F#mrun a^C#mway and jump ^Doff a b^Aridge And I'll ^F#mswim until I ^C#mcan be ^Dfree ^AOf every^F#mone who keeps t^C#malking to ^Dme

^EAnd I'll play this gui^Dtar until my fingers bleed ^EAnd I'll sing until ^Dno one listens to me ^EAnd even then as you pr^Detend you're happy I'll be d^Eancing on the graves of all your co^Duld-have-been's

We might f^Aail We might ^F#msink We might d^Die But I t^Ehink That's the p^Aoint So so ^F#mwhat If we t^Dry it's good e^Enough We get s^Acared So we ^F#mstay We're so c^Domfortable in the s^Eaddest way What's the p^Aoint It's ^F#mmissing So let's c^Dut the bullshit and g^Eet to living We might f^Aail ^N.C.We might sink ^N.C.We might die ^N.C.But I think ^N.C.That's the point ^N.C.So so what ^N.C.If we try it's good enough We get s^Acared So we ^F#mstay We're so c^Domfortable in the s^Eaddest way What's the p^Aoint It's ^F#mmissing So lets ^Dcut the bullshit and g^Eet to living We might f^Aail