Intro: F C/E Verse 1: C/E F And I see her bent over a notebook staring hard past her words C/E F Feels like most of the time, I'm only somewhat there C/E F So I might whine about the distance or write up some new fiction C/E F Hope for some condolences while she draws idly C/E F She says to "enjoy my little misfires," and "the fact that I'm alive," C/E F - I'm sketching dramatics into every line
Chorus: Am G F Cause I'm not on the right path, just the one of least resistance Am G F And despite this trite existence, I'm getting better all the time C I'm getting better all the time Verse 2: Am G F And I want to be scared of the truth in fiction and all of our heartbreak correspondence Am G F because the thought of a fleeting impression, - it scares me to death Am G F So I might whine about the distance because I care so much I'm sick Am G F And you'll probably just be pissed and I didn't even think of it Chorus: Am G F Cause I'm not on the right path, just the one of least resistance Am G F And despite this trite existence, I'm getting better all the time Am G F Cause I'm not on the right path, just the one of least resistance Am G F And despite this trite existence, I'm getting better all the time C
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