Born At Zero

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

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

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

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

     G                             
Oh, look at the clock, I wish it 
          C/G
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          
I wanna hold you close, but I push
      G
 you away
D                               G
I wanna feel your skin upon my skin
              C         Am     
But I'm not feeling great, about 
              G
letting you in

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