e ---------9---9---2-------9---9---4-------9---9---4-------12---12---5-------12---12---4--|
B ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------|
G ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------|
D ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------|
A ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------|
E ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------|

e ---------4---0---0---2--------9----9----9--9--4----9---9---4--------4---5---5-----5---5---4--|
B ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------|
G ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------|
D ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------|
A ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------|
E ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------|

	       F#m
I?ve got my same old nose and no cheekbones.
	       A		     	      D
I?ve got my stomach rolls, rather bare wardrobe.
	        F#m
They?ve got seven floors, one on the east coast.
	     A				      Bm		      E
Why they grin so wide, they?ve got their visions no one knows.

e -------9---9---9----9--9--7--7---12-----7--7--7------9---9---9---9----------------------|
B ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------|
G -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------1--|
D ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------|
A ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------|
E ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------|

		     F#m
I think I?m on the bright side.
	 D 			  A	          E
Got my hair cut short, I do my class report on time.
		     F#m
I hope I?m on the bright side.
	          D	      A		             E
What beauty is today is a fake from what?s inside.
	         F#m		        A 			          D		  Bm
My teeth are yellow stars sleeping in my jaws, while their lips enlarged in a constant pout.
	       F#m			      D	         		 A		          E
They?re the types of girls who hide their wedding rings, if it doesn?t match their clothes.
		     F#m
They?ve got their visions no one knows.
		  Bm		  E
And why we?re patient no one knows.

		     F#m
I think I?m on the bright side.
	 D 			  A	          E
Got my hair cut short, I do my class report on time.
		     F#m
I hope I?m on the bright side.
	          D	      A		             E
What beauty is today is a fake from what?s inside.

F#m		      A
Learn to let go of tired skin.
Bm		      D
It?s just a fence to hold me in.
A	      E
I ask for a closing statement.
F#m		    Bm
I ask for just one prayer that I can put me into.
F#m
We?re the most modern man machines.
E
Under our masks not what we seem.
F#m		       E   	       A                         Bm
We must not sleep underneath the slow and steady descent of the fools upstairs.

F#m ? E ? A ? E ? F#m ? E ? 
? Bm ? A ? D ? E ? Bm

		     F#m
I think I?m on the bright side.
	 D 			  A	          E
Got my hair cut short, I do my class report on time.
		     F#m
I hope I?m on the bright side.
	          D	      A		             E
What beauty is today is a fake from what?s inside.

 (repeat)

	       F#m
I?ve got my same old nose and no cheekbones
	         F#m		        A
My teeth are yellow stars sleeping in my jaws
	        F#m
They?ve got seven floors, one on the east coast.
	      F#m			      D
They?re the types of girls who hide their wedding rings
		     F#m
I think I?m on the bright side