Tom: G
D C
just because i survived
G
doesnt make me stronger
D C
i dont feel like a survivor
G
i feel like frankensteins monster
D C
artificially alive
G
with shackles stapled to my ankles
D C
carrying weights that aren’t mine
G
with a body torn and tangled
[Verse 2]
D C
i am still alive just like
G
a cockroach hiding underneath your
D C
sink, i survived but not on
G
purpose, and what do i have to show for
D C
it? a repertoire of sorry
G
songs and calloused fingers playing
D C G
chords, i write and write with no prevail
[Chorus]
D C G
i have a backpack full of rocks but all the rocks build up in time
D C G
and whilst i know theyre mine to carry , they were never really mine
D C G
i have to bear your heavy burden, have to bear it and survive
D C G
but god i can’t keep pushing rocks up hills when they keep rolling down
D C G
[Verse 3]
D C
so im staying in my dirt hole
G
like an ostrich saving face
D C
leave my tossed out dirty clothes around
G
like a makeshift bed
D C
and if i curl up in the corner
G
to cry until i sleep
D C
that’ll be another question
G*
i’ll avoid and then repeat
[Verse 4]
D C
not saving myself for anyone
G
im saving you from me
D C
cus im as toxic as a wasteland
G
and as awful as can be
D C
i am like candy good in portions
G
but ill carve holes in your teeth
D C
and ill smother all your organs
G
till you grow tired of me
[Chorus]
D C G
i have a chain that jinge jangles all the way home to my
D C G
bed, and if my bodys scarred and mangled that means im making progress
D C G
i know moving on will hurt and holy fuck it hurts like
D C G
hell, but god i can’t push rocks up hills without hurting
D C G
myself, without hurting
D C G
myself, without hurting
D C G
myself, without hurting
D C G
myseeeeeelf
