verse 1
G C/G
You're coming back, I don't know why I feel so bad
D C/G G
Oh, a picture always hurts more than words
G C/G
You're born at zero, and dead at 23
D C/G G
Ain't it fucking cold, and the dirt comes free
verse 2
G C/G
You make it clear, you take me as insincere
D C/G G
A picture I can't live without seein'
G C/G
Oh, you made your point, I never robbed you of a choice
D C/G G
And I can hear a longing in your voice
D G
I'm a sorry mess, to see your face
C Am G
I wanna hold you close, but I push you away
D G
I wanna feel your skin upon my skin
C Am G
But I'm not feeling great, about letting you in
verse 3
G C/G
Close your eyes, it's just about time to speak
D C/G G
Our dreams only come true in better dreams
G C/G
I drink neat in the middle of drunken screams
D C/G G
Oh, praying to God that one day I'll be clean
G C/G
Oh, look at the clock, I wish it was a time machine
D
'Cause I could have been anything but I got
C/G G
caught up in your grand schemes
D G
I'm a sorry mess *to see your face*
C Am G
I wanna hold you close, but I push you away
D G
I wanna feel your skin upon my skin
C Am G
But I'm not feeling great, about letting you in
Outro
G C/G
Born at zero, and dead at 23
D C/G G
Ain't it fucking cold, and the dirt come free