C                    Em
the same hair color, the same tattoos
             Am                   G
you've got unlimited resources or nothing to lose
           C   
you make a choice 
G                             C
and you were always afraid of dying
                     C                           E7
and i know i've been distant and i've filled you with doubt
         Am                   G
but i've been heartbroken and i figured out
              C      G                             C
we all make a choice and i've never been afraid of dying
        Em                      Am
but its fine because i'm already hardly alive
        F           G       F          G
and keep on holding on, hostile or withdrawn
(C Em C G)
its our will, our way, live through it everyday and i 
      F              G 
don't really care to stop it because we've
(C Em C G)
brought it all on ourselves for so long 
       F                  G
and it helps us to remain valiant 
            C                    Em
harboring affection, you pull me in too deep
         Am                       G
just for female attention or some form of relief 
               C        G       C
and we'll just come back, we're always ashamed of trying
        C                    Em
its all so familiar, all of this pent-up regret
       Am                          G
behind last night's mascara and 10 dollar bets
         C              G            C
that you knew you'd lose, but you've never been ashamed of trying
        Em                      Am
but its fine because i'm already hardly alive
        F           G       F          G
and keep on holding on, hostile or withdrawn
(C Em C G)
its our will, our way, live through it everyday and i 
      F              G 
don't really care to stop it because we've
(C Em C G)
brought it all on ourselves for so long 
       F                  G
and it helps us to remain valiant 
         C                      Em
the same apprehension, the same subtlety
         Am                    G
its been 3 years and you still tread on me
          C             G                C
its not a choice, its a struggle to stay conscious
       C                          Em
some romantic metaphor, its an uncanny sign
           Am                      G
baby, i'll be your muse if you'll always be mine
            C          G         C
we spell it out in incoherent love songs