G
It comes in waves of sleep, of youth, of grace
    C    Em     G
And overlapping thoughts
    G                                    C       Em      G
The curse of being slightly overjoyed by lack of quality work

[Chorus]
Em      G              C          G
Genetic disposition to cardiac arrest
Em       G       C               G
A self indulging failed magician act
Em             G    C    G
They called me John Appleseed
Em            G              C                      A
Can’t seem to put on hold my brand new magic trick

[Verse]
    G
The inner side of a duffel bag
      C       Em
And a picture of L.A
  G
A microphone on a steadicam
  C      Em
Electric marching band

[Bridge]
Em  G  C  G

[Chorus]
F#m        A              D               A
One of the many people to crawl inside my head
F#m    A               D                A
Was an alchemist, self-proclaimed millionaire
F#m           A    D     A
She called me John Malkovich
F#m        A                D               B
Not a surprising end for an elevator pitch