D      A A7
D      A A7


[Verse 1]
                        G     Em
Throwback to my entire life,
                          G         Em
seen through a broken-down viewfinder
                           G      Em
neurologists would call my mind.
                           A                  A7
but I think I know better than those science guys-

                                  G      Em
cause i’ve got proof the lens is broken,
                      G      Em
and only rosy tinted slides.
                         G      Em
and recall errors are a given,
                               A              A7
I’m pretty sure my brain’s a kid’s toy, not a mind,


[Pre-Chorus]
                             G      Em
but hey - at least it’s got a place
     G                                 Em
for memories, but with them comes the spirit of the staircase.
    G                          Em
But who needs longing for the things I never said?
    A                     A7
I live by a mantra, the tattoo that I’ll get will say


[Chorus]
D
No Ragrets spelled with an "A"
      C                                       G
inked into both arms, cause it’s my favorite saying
                          Bb
and I’ll spread it to the world until I’m dead and the
A                 A7
cheap tattoo is decaying.

D
Regarding bad decisions, I make them objectively
       C                                              G
then scatter the truth when the blame falls back onto me
                       Bb                      A     A7
but who cares? I’ve no conscience to carry with me.


[Bridge]
             G            Em
And if you told me I’d be better in a year,
    G                                     Em
A point in fourth-dimension space that’s kind of far from here,
G               Em               A           A7
I would gladly hibernate, and wait it out.


[Verse 2]
                    G      Em
I’d emerge like a butterfly,
                   G      Em
And neurotypically fly
                       G      Em
In beautiful uncrooked lines
                            A                A7
My wings would capture everybody’s fleeting eyes


[Pre-Chorus]
                           G      Em
But why live in the future or the past?
     G                           Em
Who cares about bugs when their lives barely last
     G                           Em
I'd rather live to 80 than die after just a day
         A                            A7
Though that may be nice, it would be much easier to say


[Chorus]
D
No Ragrets spelled with an "A"
      C                                       G
inked into both arms, cause it’s my favorite saying
                          Bb
and I’ll spread it to the world until I’m dead and the
A                 A7
cheap tattoo is decaying.

D
Regarding bad decisions, I make them objectively
       C                                              G
then scatter the truth when the blame falls back onto me
                       Bb                      A     A7
but who cares? I’ve no conscience to carry with me.


[Coda]
                       G        Em         A   A7
That's the way it will be.
(Repeat until end)