[C Am Em G]


[Verse 1]
                     C
Picture me in heavy chains
               Am
I got what it takes, to be
              Em
The prisoner himself
              G
Picture me in black and white short Chanel
                          C
What do you mean when you say
                                Am
Your existence has very little meaning today
                          Em
What do you mean when you say

I insist that you get well with the fact


[Chorus]
                            C
That nothing ever feels the same
                          Em
I got a picture of me and I hand in hand

Nothing ever feels real
                         G
We're supposed to be the really really really big deal
                    C
Nothing ever feels right
                       Am
I cannot live without cigarettes and wine
              Em
Nothing ever feels wrong
                             G
I think that this is not the time to seem strong

So move on, move on


[Verse 2]
                            C
I know it's really hard for you
                 Am
Little birds are usually cute
                 Em
You are probably too

Yeah I'm insecure too
                G
He has problems too

But no, we are not cute
                     C
And you curse in the night
                          Am
Cry your pillow while you hope you might die
                   Em
No, don't hate the game
                  C
I insist that you get well with the fact


[Chorus]
                             C
That nothing ever feels the same

I got a picture of me and I hand in hand
                   Em
Nothing ever feels real
                         G
We're supposed to be the really really really big deal
                   C
Nothing ever feels right
                      Am
I cannot live without cigarettes and wine
                   Em
Nothing ever feels wrong
                             G
I think that this is not the time to seem strong

So move on, move on


[Bridge]

I tend to mess up everything I try (and)
Am
I tend to mess up every fucking time (I know)
Em
I tend to mess up everything I try
G
It seems I fuck up every fucking time
C
I tend to mess up everything I try (oh)
Am
II tend to mess up every fucking time (no)
Em
I tend to mess up everything I try
G
I think I just, have to get along with the fact


[Chorus]
                            C
That nothing ever feels the same
                    Am
I got a picture of me and I hand in hand
                   Em
Nothing ever feels real
                         G
We're supposed to be the really really really big deal
                   C
Nothing ever feels right
                      Am
I cannot live without cigarettes and wine
                   Em
Nothing ever feels wrong
                             G
I think that this is not the time to seem strong
                  C   Am
So move on, move on
                  Em
So move on, move on
                 C
So move on, move on


[Outro]
                       Am
Nothing ever feels the same
                                    Em
I got a picture of me and I, hand in hand
                    G
It's only me and I, hand in hand