Cool Knife Bro

  Em               G
I want to brush my hair some more
        D                    C
But I’m scared it might fall out
  Em               G
I want to paint my face again
        D                      C
But I’m scared that they might shout
                Em      G
I dream of being pretty
                  D        C
More than I do of thriving
                      Em      G
And dream of being remembered
                  D      C
More than I do surviving
  Em                  G
I cross and cross and cross these 
trails
    D                  C
And cross re-cross old paths
Em                      G
Retread through all the footsteps
      D               C
Where once we were so sad
     Em        G
It’s nice to revisit
     D         C
It's nice to replant
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    Em             G
But do I garden my trauma
         D                  C Em 
Like the spineless sycophant
G D C

   Em             G
In busy rooms all there for me
  D                   C
I still feel misunderstood
           Em
But it’s ungrateful brain
    G            D           
And chosen pain, to say I feel 
    C
unloved
                 Em
I might be often drama king
G                       D       C
I may mope and pout and grumble
                  Em           G
Even in improving circumstance
                       D         C
I still find myself disgruntled
  Em                      G
I dig and dig, dig out my brain
           D          C
With primordial soup spoon
    Em            G         D    
Phantasmagoric memories are 
      C
slowly detuned
    Em                 G     
And endlessly I rewrite all my 
  D            C
histories of you
  Em          G                   
Unstable causality, breathes into 
D               C
tapestries untrue
    Em                    G    
And soon unsure the guilt I feel 
       D               C
just comes from my disposition
         Em              G        
If these proppian dichotomies are 
D             C
just my own rendition
     Em              G           
Some days I feel the hero, other 
D               C
days I feel the villain
   Em                    G 
Perhaps we both are mutually 
       D              C     E G D C
instigator and the victim
Em
I want to think so fickle
    E    D                   C
And live just aesthetic life
             Em
Because this self-analysis
        D                     C
It cuts through me like a knife
   Em                       G
It slices so mathematically
  D                   C
Into these perfect halves
        Em                Gm
And the binary of thinking
    D              C
Can tear my head apart