Making Up Words

G                  B
Slow down we can talk it out
        Em                   D
we'll back-track, relax and track it
 down
       G                      B
how I carve out a space for this
           Em                 
To hold a job and have a hobby 
           D
that’s expensive as it is
G                  B             
My neighbors all complain about 
            Em
the noise I make
                    D
I piped down and I haven't made a 
peep though
G                  B
but I've found my voice in this 
random noise
   Em                D
so sit back now and welcome to the 
peep show


[Chorus]

G          B          Em
I've been making up words
       D                G
at the top of my lungs
        B               Em
at the tip of my tongue
              D
ease up, and leave me some
G           B           Em
I've been making up words
               D            G B Em D
'cause there aren't anymore


[Verse]

  G                 B
Untwist From the sounds of it
       Em                         
I've missed half the point but I got
D
 the gist, no I
G                   B
Now I know what my next step is
           Em               D
find the perfect words if they exist
G                    B
Is it words for love? Is it words 
for pain?
Em                       D
and do I stop when they sound the 
same
         G                         
or is it better that I pander to 
   B
the people who will listen
         Em                   D
or do I pivot, go 180, just to prove
 I can be different?


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[Chorus]

G          B          Em
I've been making up words
       D                G
at the top of my lungs
        B               Em
at the tip of my tongue
              D
ease up, and leave me some
G           B           Em
I've been making up words
               D            G B Em D
'cause there aren't anymore

[Verse]

G                 B
Refresh, give me time to rest
     Em                       D
to recharge my search for a sound 
that's fresh
G                     B
I don't mean to be so down or 
pessimistic
        Em                    
like an ivy on my skin I can't 
   D
resist the urge to itch
         G                       B
with a simple little hobby all I do 
is stitch together
         Em                     
clever words and sounds, record, 
          D
promote design and finally pitch it
     G                             
and I'm like "please share, please 
B
like and subscribe"
     Em                            
but all I want to do is leave this 
D
unrelated stuff behind
           G                   
but at the same time, I want to 
   B
reach a million people
         Em                        
now I'm feeling like a thousands 
     D
out of reach if I don't keep up
          G                   B
with the trending times, a brand new
 state
         Em                   D
a new bandwagon with some new paint 
- well here's my new way
G               B
Maybe I'm not trending up on twitter
         Em                        
and the only one's I'll reach will 
      D
be my mom and baby sister
        G               B
maybe I'm not bound for money or 
fame
          Em                 D
but my music wouldn't fit inside a 
status or a hash-tag!


[Chorus]

G          B          Em
I've been making up words
       D                G
at the top of my lungs
        B               Em
at the tip of my tongue
              D
ease up, and leave me some
G           B           Em
I've been making up words
               D
'cause there aren't anymore

G C G C G C G x2
A D A D A D A x2
B E B E B E B x2

[Chorus]
A          C#          F#m
I've been making up words
       E                A
at the top of my lungs
        C#               F#m
at the tip of my tongue
              E
ease up, and leave me some


[Ending]
  A                                
I'll plagiarize the chorus from the
  C#
 beating in my chest
      F#m                        
I'll take my inspiration from the 
     E
cadence of my breath
     A                           
I'm searching for a rhythm in the 
    C#
cracking of my knuckles
       N.C.
they asked me for a title, said I'm 
Torn Between a Couple
A                              C#
taking aim and aiming up, its second
 nature, off the cuff
      F#m                       
I'm vaguely masquerading and I'm 
   E
faking that I'm brave enough,
    A                              
I'm shakin' up the achey stuff, I'm
  C#
 waking all the neighbors up
       F#m                         
there ain't enough to waste it cuz 
            E               A
I'm savin up and makin' up words