Moonsickness

                    D
I'll never have the wherewithal to 
do it all again
Gm                             D
   Or fucking do it all at all
           Eb                     
I love you so much, I don't wanna go
F
 but
          Bb                  Gb  
Everybody knows this place is 
         Gm
dying, as am I
                        C
I might not get another chance
     Gb             F             
It's such a careful dance and I am
        Bb
 such a fuck up
                      F
If you only knew that I am such a 
fuck up


[Pre-Chorus]
        Bb           A      
I've got one hundred hours to 
  Ab            C
rearrange the stars
                               F   
And I'm the worst mistake that God 
          Bb  A  Ab  Gm
has ever made
        Gb               F      C
You seem to integrate so fucking 
well
           Eb            F     Bb
But I make lemons out of lemonade


[Chorus]
Eb                 F          
   Blood clots and death cramps, 
     Bb      D       Gm
injections and leakages
     C             F             
The election cyclе and the tides
Gb  Gm  Bb

C     F              D          
Aztec circlеs of the death of 
    Gm
all deaths
        Eb      F          Bb
But the beast refuses to die


[Verse 2]
N.C.                              Eb
In your guts you know it's all 
destroyed
                   F
You could've had a boy if you had 
children
Now you think you might just put 
     Gm
them down
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                 C      Gb        
None of us belong, everything I do
         F
 is wrong
                       Bb
And soon there will be nobody left 
around
Gm                                
And in your blood, you know what's
   C   F
 right
                  Bb               
And in your bones, you know what's 
      Bb  Gm
wrong
And in your throat, you know you're 
C Gb      F
lying to kids
             Ab            Bb Ab 
And you know nobody belongs    in
      Gm
 this hell
                   Eb           
And there is not a single choice 
         F
left to make
    Bb           Gb
I am God's worst mistake and
         Gm       F
You seem happy on the knife's edge
    C      F             Bb
But I just lick the blade


[Pre-Chorus]
        Bb           A      
I've got one hundred hours to 
  Ab            C
rearrange the stars
                               F   
And I'm the worst mistake that God 
          Bb  A  Ab  Gm
has ever made
        Gb               F      C
You seem to integrate so fucking 
well
           Eb            F     Bb
But I make lemons out of lemonade


[Chorus]
Eb              F            Bb 
   Blood clots, death camps, 
       D     Gm
glitz and depressions
     C             F            
The election cycle and the tides
Gb  Gm  Bb

C          F          D           Gm
Concentric circles of torture wheels
        Eb      F          Bb
But the beast refuses to die


[Verse 3]
Gm                   Eb   
Atomistic rational behavior, 
                  F
invisible hand savior
                F   Bb           
Fucking up your definitions even 
F                        Gm
though it's life or death
Who fuckin' told you you were 
C      Gb              F
selfish or even self-interested?
                 F Bb             
Don't you think it matters when we
                      Gm
 wish our friends the best
                     Eb          
And, fuck, I'm not a Marxist, I'm 
               F
not a fuckin' democrat
                        Bb       
Because of all this bullshit, I'm
Gb               Gm
 not anything at all
                   C        Gb    
All I wanted was a framework, none
            F
 of them can live here
                F  Bb             
There's nothing to believe in and 
                       Gm
there won't be till we fall
                 Eb                
And it's not all you, man, you were
           D
 just a kid once
                Gm                 
God, I'm such a fuck up, if you 
            C
only knew that I am such a fuck up


[Pre-Chorus]
        Bb           A      
I've got one hundred hours to 
  Ab            C
rearrange the stars
                               F   
And I'm the worst mistake your God 
          Bb  A  Ab  Gm
has ever made
        Gb               F      C
I can't get the numbers right, I 
can't fucking count
           Eb            F     Bb
Because not one goddam thing is in 
its place


[Chorus]
Eb              F            Bb 
   Blood clots, death camps, 
       D     Gm
glitz and depressions
    C              F             
The business cycle and the tides
Gb  Gm  Bb

C           F             D     
You fuckers know it's all built 
       Gm
on lies
        Eb      F          Bb   Gb
But the beast refuses to die
         N.C.
And so I guess, well, neither can I