Ryn Weaver - Reasons not to die

I'm s^Eorry the party you t^A2hrew for me Was met with such a royal ^C#mhitch I'm a bitch, I don't ^G#mean to be selfish You r^Eolled out the carpet to ^A2watch it catch fire It's just another T^C#mhursday, my party I ^G#cried like I always d^Eo,^A2 oh^C#m oh ^G#oh

You ^Eflew here to help clear the ^A2mess that was me Made up of fear and s^C#melf-hate A stalemate with ^G#he-who-shall-not-be-named ^EYou tried and you cried, c^A2onfessing your grip was slipping Couldn't ^C#mhelp me, you held me, the s^G#hadows began to fade

^EHere's to the o^A2nes The renegades who never ^C#mrun Despite all of my ^Branting and r^G#maging so ^EHere's to the ^A2ones Who hide the bullet from the ^C#mgun Foot down on all my b^Bullshit but w^G#mon't cage me in

D^Eespondent, catatonic su^A2icide queen By now I know a ^C#mscrew's loose or too few Or w^G#orse there's too many But ^Eof course, the dark horse You ^A2bet all in stride I hope I'm not a ^C#mregret, I see sweat I'll ^G#fight to the finish line ^Eoh^A2 oh^C#m oh ^G#

^E And I get so ^A2stuck in my head Lost in all the ^C#mlies, nihili^Bstic back^G#mslide ^E And when I can't ^A2get out of bed C#m M And I see the edge I'm slipping from the ledge And praying to ^Bgods I don't be^G#mlieve in for a sig^En ^A2 Some reasons not to ^C#mdie ^B And^G#m there you a^Ere^{A2 C#m G#}

^EHere's to the o^A2nes Who stuck in when they should have ^C#mrun Despite all of my ^Branting and r^G#maging so H^Eere's to the o^A2nes Who hide the bullet from the^C#m gun Foot down on all my b^Bullshit but ^G#mwon't cage me

H^Eere's to my f^A2riends All in until the bitter ^C#mend Drink or two to the t^Boast Not too m^G#any though