Ben Marwood - Singalong Chords by Neil Wicker G, D, A, G, D, A, G, D x2 (no last D second time) C Am Well there are incidents and accidents that you could never save Em G if you don't act your shoe size, act your age. C Am well I play until my fingers hurt and grit my teeth through every word Em D like I'm the only introvert who wants to seize the day. G And this is not the sound of a thousand switches flipped D and I do not want to live inside this Aronofsky script Am C I guess that I could be the next big thing, but that would just be weird Em D So I guess I'll play more folk clubs, but I'd have to grow a beard. C So I tried to write a singalong, Am but we all forgot the words, C G we all forgot the words, it's true. C and I tried to write a singalong, Am but we all forgot the words, C G we all forgot the words, it's true. Am well it's shit and you know it, but it's life so what can you do? G Go home C Am There are incidents and accidents and that is why they say Em G if you can't read the small print, burn the page. C Am well I sing until my visions blurred to spit the things I overheard Em D as long as I can play on words I know I'll be okay. G And this is not the sound of a thousand switches flipped D and I do not want to live inside this Aronofsky script Am C I guess that I could be the next big thing, but that would just be weird Em D So I guess I'll play more folk clubs, but I'd have to grow a beard. C So I tried to write a singalong, Am but we all forgot the words, C G we all forgot the words, it's true. C and I tried to write a singalong, Am but we all forgot the words, C G we all forgot the words, it's true. Am well it's shit and you know it, Em but it's life so what can you do? G and it's there in the night C G And it may not be much but at least we're not waiting to die. (la la la's) G, D, Am, C, Am, C x2 G And this is not the sound of a thousand switches flipped D and I do not want to live inside this Aronofsky script Am C I guess that I could be the next big thing, but that would just be weird Em D So I guess I'll play more folk clubs, but I'd have to grow a beard. G This is not the sound of the voices in the night D when you worry about lovers and the day you'll finally die Am C because eternity's forever and you've got all this time to rest Em D and no matter what the hole you're in, at least you did your best. C So I tried to write a singalong, Am but we all forgot the words, C G we all forgot the words, it's true. C and I tried to write a singalong, Am but we all forgot the words, C G we all forgot the words, it's true. C So I tried to write a singalong, Am but we all forgot the words, C G we all forgot the words, it's true. C and I tried to write a singalong, Am but we all forgot the words, C G we all forgot the words, it's true.
