G
Would it be worth it to write songs
      A
About everything I'm not?
          G
I could invent a thousand problems
             A
And tangle myself up in the knots
        G                    Bm      A
Because people only like the boys in bands
        G                     Bm   A
Who are plagued with troubled thoughts
   G                  Bm
So give me, give me problems
A      G            Bm
Cut me out for this job


[Chorus]
D                                                                       A
Everybody just thinks that I'm falling apart at the seams and I can't believe
                 Bm          G
That they're all wrong about me
D                                                                       A
Everybody just thinks that I'm falling apart at the seams and I can't believe
                 Bm          G
That they're all wrong about me

G Bm A (x4)

[Verse 2]
            G
My band and I could play along

Forging anxious three minute long

Laundry lists of problems

But for some reason that feels wrong
   D
To act unstable
   A
To turn the tables
     G
On myself and everyone
  Em
Myself and


[Chorus]
D                                                                       A
Everybody just thinks that I'm falling apart at the seams and I can't believe
                 Bm          G
That they're all wrong about me
D                                                                       A
Everybody just thinks that I'm falling apart at the seams and I can't believe
                 Bm          G
That they're all wrong about me


Bm F#m A D (x2)


[Bridge]
            Bm                F#m
Would it be worth it to write songs
      A              D
About everything I'm not?
          Bm                F#m
I could invent a thousand problems
              A             D
And tangle myself up in the knots
Bm                       F#m              A       D
Life's not perfect but I won't let that define me
    Bm             F#m          A          Bm
And I won't play along with the trending anxieties
 Bm    D  A
(Bleh!)
       G
Like I say, when I say
 Bm
"I'll be something you're not"

"I'll be what all the people want"
 D
"I'll be something you're not"

Just give all the people
                             A
Just give all the people the truth, truth, truth
          G
Which has nothing to do with you

(And there's nothing wrong with being happy)


[Chorus]
D                                                                       A
Everybody just thinks that I'm falling apart at the seams and I can't believe
                 Bm          G
That they're all wrong about me
   D                                                                              A
Or if it's just me and everything's bad and it's all falling down to finally come true
               Bm          G
Then they were right about you