Cm                              Fm
Last night I went to see a hypnotist
Bb                               Eb
Asked her to teach me not to dream
Ab                            Fm
I've got too much I think about
Bb                                       Cm
An overdrawn account of people I've been too afraid to need
Cm                               Fm
She said: I'm no history revisionist
Bb                                Eb
And there's some things I can't undo
           Ab                     Fm
You've got a tiny splinter on the tip of your finger
     Bb                               Eb
It demands all the attention in the room

Fm              Cm
I wish I could sleep on planes
            Eb                  Ab
And that my father would really love me
Fm                 Cm
He'd show up on my wedding day
            Eb                 Ab
And tell my family they're all so lucky
Fm                  Cm
He'd tell me how he wish he'd stayed
            Eb                  Ab
And that he never meant to disappoint me
Fm                 Cm           Bb
But till then I'll exist as the optimist

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Cm                         Fm
I was an emotional architect
Bb                                 Eb
Who knew your dimensions more than you
Ab
I learned which way you turned your back
Fm
To let go of eye contact
    Bb                               Cm
And which bottles made you feel most immune

Fm              Cm
I wish I could sleep on planes
            Eb                  Ab
And that my father would really love me
Fm                 Cm
I wouldn't have to feel such shame
           Eb                    Ab
Around how often and how deep it cuts me
     Fm             Cm
He'd call me almost every day
          Eb                       Ab
How's the weather? Are you eating, honey?
Fm                 Cm           Bb
But till then I'll exist as the optimist

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Fm      Cm     Eb     Ab
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Fm      Cm     Eb     Ab
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Fm      Cm     Bb
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Cm                          Fm
I know a dirty little magic trick
Bb                      Eb
To disappear and disconnect
Ab                          Fm
Maybe I learned it from the best
Bb
Thank you, I guess
             Cm
Yeah, if you saw it I bet I'd earn your respect

Fm                      Cm
I wish I could sleep on planes
            Eb                  Ab
And that my father would really love me
Fm                   Cm
It wouldn't take his dying day
             Eb                      Ab
Some sort of signature that he needs from me
Fm              Cm
My door is open just in case
          Eb                      Ab
You don't even have to say you're sorry
Fm           Cm           Bb
I already forgive you for all of it
Fm                Cm          Bb
But it's hard to exist as the optimist

 Cm  Fm