F# [Verse] F# C# E A The rope from which I'm hanging from F# C# E A It is thinning, short and worn F# C# E A I hope when I am reborn F# C# E A There are knives where should be arms [Chorus] A I know, I know, I know, I wrote this E C# I will not be pushed around A E C# And so, and so, and so, I hope this makes you feel less overwhelmed A E C# A E C# Hand shakes in time, I'll take what's mine [Instrumental] F# C# E A x2 F# [Bridge 1] F# E C# A Let me show you something my old friend F# C# F# A A name now dragging in the dirt [Chorus] A I know, I know, I know, I wrote this E C# I will not be pushed around A E C# And so, and so, and so, I hope this makes you feel less overwhelmed A E C# A Hand shakes in time, I will take [Instrumental] F# A C# x2 [Bridge 2] C# F# A C# Am I moving on or giving in? F# A F# Can we end this conversation?