Senses Fail - Irony of dying on your birthday

^AmJust know we ^Dmare a s^Ampeck in ^Emtime ^AmSo follow ^Dmyour bliss and ^Amdestroy the ^Embea^Amuty

^AmI'll lock myself alone in a room ^DmDrink until the clock strikes noon With ^Amjust a pen, a pill, and some p^Emaper And ^Ammaybe I will write a sad song ^DmOr another cliché poem ^AmOf the person that I long t^Emo be

I wanna ^Amdie like Jim ^DmMorrison A fucking ^Amrock star I wanna ^Emdie like God on the cover of Time ^AmJust a blink ^Dmand it's gone So baby ^Ampour some fame in my ^Emglass ^AmSo kill the ^Dmforest and ^Amdestroy the b^Emeau^Amty

^AmI'll lock myself alone in a room ^DmDrink until the clock strikes noon With ^Amjust a pen, a pill, and some p^Emaper And ^Ammaybe I will write a sad song ^DmOr another cliché poem ^AmOf the person that I long t^Emo be

Colors ^Amblind the ^Dmeyes Sounds dea^Amfen the ^Emear Flavors n^Amumb the t^Dmaste Thoughts wea^Amken the ^Emmind I'll at^Amtack someone with a ^Dmswitchblade knife So that ^AmI can see their ^Empain I choose to ^Ambe a serial ^Dmkiller Because the vic^Amtims don't get a^Emny ^Amfame

^AmI'll lock myself alone in a room (Just know) ^DmDrink until the clock strikes noon With ^Amjust a pen, a pill, and some p^Emaper (We are) And ^Ammaybe I will write a sad song (A spec) ^DmOr another cliché poem ^AmOf the person that I long t^Emo be (In time)