D
I'll never have the wherewithal to do it all again
Gm                             D
   Or fucking do it all at all
           Eb                     F
I love you so much, I don't wanna go but
          Bb                  Gb           Gm
Everybody knows this place is dying, as am I
                        C
I might not get another chance
     Gb             F                     Bb
It's such a careful dance and I am such a fuck up
                      F
If you only knew that I am such a fuck up


[Pre-Chorus]
        Bb           A        Ab            C
I've got one hundred hours to rearrange the stars
                               F             Bb  A  Ab  Gm
And I'm the worst mistake that God has ever made
        Gb               F      C
You seem to integrate so fucking well
           Eb            F     Bb
But I make lemons out of lemonade


[Chorus]
Eb                 F               Bb      D       Gm
   Blood clots and death cramps, injections and leakages
     C             F             Gb  Gm  Bb
The election cyclе and the tides
C     F              D              Gm
Aztec circlеs of the death of all deaths
        Eb      F          Bb
But the beast refuses to die


[Verse 2]
N.C.                              Eb
In your guts you know it's all destroyed
                   F
You could've had a boy if you had children
                                      Gm
Now you think you might just put them down
                 C      Gb                 F
None of us belong, everything I do is wrong
                       Bb
And soon there will be nobody left around
Gm                                   C   F
And in your blood, you know what's right
                  Bb                     Bb  Gm
And in your bones, you know what's wrong
                                    C Gb      F
And in your throat, you know you're lying to kids
             Ab            Bb Ab       Gm
And you know nobody belongs    in this hell
                   Eb                    F
And there is not a single choice left to make
    Bb           Gb
I am God's worst mistake and
         Gm       F
You seem happy on the knife's edge
    C      F             Bb
But I just lick the blade


[Pre-Chorus]
        Bb           A        Ab            C
I've got one hundred hours to rearrange the stars
                               F             Bb  A  Ab  Gm
And I'm the worst mistake that God has ever made
        Gb               F      C
You seem to integrate so fucking well
           Eb            F     Bb
But I make lemons out of lemonade


[Chorus]
Eb              F            Bb        D     Gm
   Blood clots, death camps, glitz and depressions
     C             F            Gb  Gm  Bb
The election cycle and the tides
C          F          D           Gm
Concentric circles of torture wheels
        Eb      F          Bb
But the beast refuses to die


[Verse 3]
Gm                   Eb                     F
Atomistic rational behavior, invisible hand savior
                F   Bb           F                        Gm
Fucking up your definitions even though it's life or death
                              C      Gb              F
Who fuckin' told you you were selfish or even self-interested?
                 F Bb                                   Gm
Don't you think it matters when we wish our friends the best
                     Eb                         F
And, fuck, I'm not a Marxist, I'm not a fuckin' democrat
                        Bb       Gb               Gm
Because of all this bullshit, I'm not anything at all
                   C        Gb                F
All I wanted was a framework, none of them can live here
                F  Bb                                    Gm
There's nothing to believe in and there won't be till we fall
                 Eb                           D
And it's not all you, man, you were just a kid once
                Gm                             C
God, I'm such a fuck up, if you only knew that I am such a fuck up


[Pre-Chorus]
        Bb           A        Ab            C
I've got one hundred hours to rearrange the stars
                               F             Bb  A  Ab  Gm
And I'm the worst mistake your God has ever made
        Gb               F      C
I can't get the numbers right, I can't fucking count
           Eb            F     Bb
Because not one goddam thing is in its place


[Chorus]
Eb              F            Bb        D     Gm
   Blood clots, death camps, glitz and depressions
    C              F             Gb  Gm  Bb
The business cycle and the tides
C           F             D            Gm
You fuckers know it's all built on lies
        Eb      F          Bb   Gb
But the beast refuses to die
         N.C.
And so I guess, well, neither can I