(One, two)

(One, two, three)

Am
Quick, quick

Tell me something awful
               F
Like you are a poet

Trapped inside the body of a finance guy
Am
Tell me all your secrets
                F
All you'll ever be is

My eternal consolation prize

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

If comfort is a construct
                   G
I don't believe in good luck

Now that I know what's what

  C
I hate it here, so I will go to

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

The only one is mine
  F
I read about it in a book when I was a precocious child
Am
No mid-sized city hopes and small-town fears
C                                              Am
I'm there most of the year, 'cause I hate it here
              F  Am
I hate it here

Am
My friends used to play a game where
                F
We would pick a decade
                                      Am
We wished we could live in instead of this
                                       F
I'd say the 1830s, but without all the racists
                                        Am
And getting married off for the highest bid

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

Nostalgia is a mind's trick
                       F
If I'd been there, I'd hate it

It was freezing in the palace

  C
I hate it here, so I will go to

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

Only the gentle survived
  F
I dreamed about it in the dark

The night I felt like I might die
Am
No mid-sized city hopes and small-town fears
C                                              Am
I'm there most of the year, 'cause I hate it here
               F  Am
I hate it here

    G
I'm lonely, but I'm good

I'm bitter, but I swear I'm fine
     C
I'll save all my romanticism for my inner life
             Am
And I'll get lost on purpose
                C
This place made me feel worthless
G
Lucid dreams like electricity
D
The current flies through me
    Am                      C
And in my fantasies, I rise above it
    F*
And way up there, I actually love it

  C
I hate it here, so I will go to

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

The only one is mine
  F
I read about it in a book when I was a precocious child
Am
No mid-sized city hopes and small-town fears
C                                              Am
I'm there most of the year, 'cause I hate it here
              F  Am
I hate it here

Am
Quick, quick

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