E C#m A B

[Verse 1]

           E
There's an unmade bed in my conscious head
    C#m
When all my muscles refuse to rest
      A
And I count the steps, just tell me where
B
I can go to get out of this head

    E
And sometimes I pray to God that the floor will fall in
    C#m
And I can just return to Him
  A
A lone defect from His factory
B
Threatening to ruin His credibility

[Pre-chorus]

A                     B
Oh, what a waste of a beautiful mind
E              B        C#m G#m
To teach it to hate its own design
A                    B
And leave it to you, cynical pride
E                B       C#m             G#m        A
Changing all the colours until it's just black and white
                B
We're all colourblind

[Chorus]

E
I’m tired now, can't you see?
C#m
All your light's always running away from me
A
I am bitter, but just know this
B
I will not feel ashamed to exist

[Instrumental]

E

[Verse 3]

E
Oh, and how can you say that you believe in creation
     C#m
Then feed me sad and cruel hatred
A                B
For the way that I was made?
                  E
And how could you let me cry out to the divine?
C#m           C#m7                  C#m
Begging to be made into someone I'd like
A
Someone who knows how to dim their light
B
As to not get in anyone else's eyes

[Pre-chorus]

A                 B
Oh, what a silent tragedy
   E                 B        C#m      G#m
To kill the parts of you that make you feel
     A              B
And, oh, what a sad conviction to have
   E              B       C#m        G#m     A
To only give your love to those that you understand
                 B
But I don't understand


[Chorus]

E
I’m tired now, can't you see?
C#m
All your light's always running away from me
A
I am bitter, but just know this
B
I will not feel ashamed to exist

E
Now, I’m tired now, can't you see?
C#m
All your light's always running away from me
A
I am bitter, but just know this
B
I will not feel ashamed to exist

[Instrumental]

E C#m A B
E C#m A B

[Otro]

A                     B            E B C#m G#m
Oh, what a waste of a beautiful mind
A                     B            E B C#m G#m
Oh, what a waste of a beautiful mind
        A                     B                 E B C#m G#m
I said, oh, what a waste of a perfectly good mind
   A                             B                 E
To teach it that its creator was never on its side