(One, two)

(One, two, three)

Bm
Quick, quick

Tell me something awful
               D
Like you are a poet
                                      G
Trapped inside the body of a finance guy

Tell me all your secrets

All you'll ever be is
                         Bm
My eternal consolation prize

                                     D
You see, I was a debutant in another life, but
                                  G
Now I seem to be scared to go outside

If comfort is a construct

I don't believe in good luck

Now that I know what's what

  D
I hate it here, so I will go to

Secret gardens in my mind
Bm
People need a key to get to

The only one is mine
   A                                                G
I read about it in a book when I was a precocious child

No mid-sized city hopes and small-town fears
D                                                 Bm
 I'm there most of the year, 'cause I hate it here
              A   G
I hate it here

Bm
My friends used to play a game where
                D
We would pick a decade
                                       G
We wished we could live in instead of this

I'd say the 1830s, but without all the racists

                                         Bm
And getting married off for the highest bid

                                                 D
Everyone would look down, 'cause it wasn't fun now
                                         G
Seems like it was never even fun back then

Nostalgia is a mind's trick

If I'd been there, I'd hate it

It was freezing in the palace

  D
I hate it here, so I will go to

Lunar valleys in my mind
Bm
When they found a better planet

Only the gentle survived
    A
I dreamed about it in the dark
                               G
The night I felt like I might die

No mid-sized city hopes and small-town fears
D                                                 Bm
I'm there most of the year, 'cause I hate it here
               A  G
I hate it here

    A
I'm lonely, but I'm good

I'm bitter, but I swear I'm fine
     G
I'll save all my romanticism for my inner life
             Em       Bm
And I'll get lost on purpose
                G        D
This place made me feel worthless
Em                          Bm
Lucid dreams like electricity

The current flies through me
    G                         D
And in my fantasies, I rise above it
    G*
And way up there, I actually love it

  D
I hate it here, so I will go to

Secret gardens in my mind
Bm
People need a key to get to

The only one is mine

   A                                                G
I read about it in a book when I was a precocious child

No mid-sized city hopes and small-town fears
D                                                 Bm
 I'm there most of the year, 'cause I hate it here
              A
I hate it here

G
Quick, quick

Tell me something awful
                D
Like you are a poet
                                    G     A    G    D
Trapped inside the body of a finance guy