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[Intro] F Em C [Verse 1]
I remember looFking around a hospital waiCting room Full of people all absorbed in their own perFsonal catastropChes All reading books like Being Mortal, all with a Flook in their eCyes And I remember still feeling like, "GNo, no one can understand"
"No, my devastation is unique" [Chorus]
But people get cCancer and die People get hit by trGucks and die People just lFiving their lives
Get erased for no reason
With the rEmest of us watching from the side G And some people Chave to survive And find a way to feel Glucky to still be alive To Fsleep through the night
[Verse 2]
EmI wrote Gdown all the dFetails of how my house fell apart FHow the person I loved got killed by a bad disease
Out of nowhere for no reason and me living in the blast zone
With our Amdaughter and etcetera I made these songs And the Cnext thing I knew I was standing in the dirt
Under the desert sky at night outside Phoenix
At a Ammusic festival that had paid to fly me in To play these death songs to a bunch of young people on drugs CStanding in the dust next to an idling bus
With Skrillex inside and the sound of subwoofers in the distance
AmI had stayed up til three AmTalking to Weyes Blood and Father John Misty
About songwriting in the backstage bungalows
Eating Cfruit and jumping on the bed like lost children Exploding across the earth in a self-indulgent all-consuming AmWreck of ideas that blot out the stars
To be still alive felt so absurd [Chorus]
People get Ccancer and die People get hit by Gtrucks and die People just Fliving their lives get erased for no reason With the Emrest of us averting our eyesG
[Interlude] C G F [Bridge]
EmWhen I was leaning on Skrillex's tour bus waiting for the Chotel shuttle in the middle of the night I Ambarely knew who I was I looked Emup and saw Orion wielding a club and a shield
And there you were again:
GMajestic dead wife As my Amgrief becomes calcified, frozen in stories
And in these songs I keep singing, numbing it down
The Gunsingable real memories of you And the feral eruptions of sobbing
These Fwaves Emhit less Cfrequently They Fthin and Emthen they are Cgone You are Fgone and thenEm your echo Cis gone And Fthen the Emcrying is Cgone And what is left but this Cmerchandise?
[Interlude] F Em C [Outro]
FThis is what my Emlife feels like FnowEm C Like I got Fabruptly dropped offEm by the side of the road In the Cmiddle of a long horrible ride In a Fhot van that was too Emfull of confident Cchattering dudes F And Gthe sound of tires Creceding F Em C Taking Gin the night air I sayF Em "Now only"C