Twenty One Pilots - Blurryface tour live medley

^GYour grandpa ^Cdied When you were ^Emnine They said ^Dhe had Lost his ^Gmind You have ^Clearned Way too ^Emsoon You should ^Dnever trust the panta^Gloon

You are tired^G You are hurt ^Em A moth ate through ^D Your favorite shirt ^C And all your friends^G fertilize ^Em The ground you walk ^{D C}Lose ^Dyour ^Gmind

I'^Gm never what I li^Cke I'm double sided ^EmAnd I just can't hid^De I kinda like it ^GWhen I make you cry^C Cos I'm twisted up^Em I'm twisted up^D... inside

^CDown in the forest ^FWe'll sing a chorus ^EmOne that everybody k^Gnows ^CHands held higher, ^FWe'll be on fire ^AmSinging songs that nobody w^Grote. ^CDown in the forest ^FWe'll sing a chorus ^EmOne that everybody kn^Gows ^CHands held higher, ^FWe'll be on fire ^AmSinging songs that nobody w^Grote.

I^C'm standing in front of you^G, I'm standing in front of y^Amou, I'm^G trying to be so^F cool, Everything together, trying to^G be so^C cool. ^C I'm standing in front of y^Gou, I'm standing in front of y^Amou, I'm ^Gtrying to be so ^Fcool, Everything together, trying to ^Gbe so ^Ccool. Please tell them

^G Why ^Cwon't you let me ^Ggo? ^EmDo I threaten a^Gll your pl^Cans? ^DI'm insignificant. Please tell them y^Gou h^Cave no plans for ^Gme. I^D will set my ^Gsoul on f^Cire, ^Bmwhat have I b^Decome? I'll tell them!^G

^GHello, We haven't talked in q^Duite some time ^EmI know, I haven't been the b^Cest......of sons ^GHello I've been traveling the d^Deserts of my mind ^EmAnd I, haven't found a d^Crop........of l^Gife ^{D D}I haven't found a d^Emrop........of y^Cou

I try ^Gdesperately to run through the sand as I ^DHold the water In the palm of my hand ^Em'Cause It's all that I have and it's all that I need and ^CThe waves of the water mean nothing to me and I ^GI try my best, with all that I can to ^DHold tightly onto what's left in my hand ^EmBut no matter how, how tightly I will strain ^CThe sand will slow me down, and the water will drain

^GI'm just being dramatic in fact, I'm only at it again ^DAs an Addict With A Pen who's addicted to the wind ^EmAs it blows me back and forth, mindless, spineless I pretend ^COf course I'll be here again, see you tomorrow but it's the end of today ^GAnd of my ways as a walking denial ^DMy trial was filed as a crazy suicidal head case ^EmBut you specialize in dying, you hear me screaming father ^CAnd I'm lying here just crying, so wash me with your water

^C We're broken, we're broken ^G We're broken, we're broken ^Ampeople ^G We're broken^F people. y^Geah^{C C} We're broken, we're broken ^G We're broken, we're broken ^Ampeople ^G We're broken ^Fpeople. ye^Gah ^{C C} We're broken, we're broken ^G We're broken, we're broken ^Ampeople ^G We're broken^F people. y^Geah^C