Born At Zero

G                                       C/G
You're coming back, I don't know why I feel so bad
      D              C/G             G
Oh, a picture always hurts more than words
       G                         C/G
You're born at zero, and dead at 23
                 D    C/G                  G
Ain't it fucking cold, and the dirt comes free

[Verse 2]
    G                                     C/G
You make it clear, you take me as insincere
  D               C/G              G
A picture I can't live without seein'
        G                                   C/G
Oh, you made your point, I never robbed you of a choice
     D            C/G             G
And I can hear a longing in your voice

[Chorus]
D                             G
I'm a sorry mess, to see your face
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        C             Am                 G
I wanna hold you close, but I push you away
D                               G
I wanna feel your skin upon my skin
             C            Am                 G
But I'm not feeling great, about letting you in

[Verse 3]
G                                         C/G
Close your eyes, it's just about time to speak
      D              C/G               G
Our dreams only come true in better dreams
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I drink neat in the middle of drunken screams
      D                  C/G              G
Oh, praying to God that one day I'll be clean

     G                                       C/G
Oh, look at the clock, I wish it was a time machine
                            D
'Cause I could have been anything but I got
C/G                       G
caught up in your grand schemes

[Chorus]
D                              G
I'm a sorry mess *to see your face*
         C            Am                G
I wanna hold you close, but I push you away
D                               G
I wanna feel your skin upon my skin
              C         Am                   G
But I'm not feeling great, about letting you in

[Otro]
 G                         C/G
Born at zero, and dead at 23
                 D  C/G                    G
Ain't it fucking cold, and the dirt come free