[Primeira Parte]

           F                           Dm
Here's the thing: I can't do anything right
             F              Dm
Try as I absolutely totally might
              A              Dm       A
The bones are melting, the skeleton is ash
       Dm        Bb        C           Bb        C
The clavicle detaches and falls with a deafening crash
 
[Refrão]

         F
And I'm not your protagonist
     A
I'm not even my own
               Dm
I don't know anything
                  C
I don't even know what I don't know
 
[Ponte]

             Gm                C
And if you look outside you’ll see
   F           Dm
Disintegrating trees
        Bb               C               
The artificial way the sunlight 
         F       C    F
Bounces off the waxy leaves
            Gm               C
My heart catches on every thorn
               F        C       Dm
You’re already halfway out the door
           Bb             C
And I’ve never looked so old
            F             Dm
And I have never been so cold
          Bb
And it is 85 degrees
   A
I don’t know what I need
 
( F  A  Bb  Bbm )
( F  A  Bb )
( Bbm  C )
 
[Segunda Parte]

                    F                       Dm
There’s lukewarm herbal mango sweet hibiscus tea
              F                             Dm   D
On the hot garbage pile in which I fucking sleep
                A             Dm
The walls are empty, it’s so ugly
         A                    Dm
I could burn the whole place down
     Bb                           C
It wouldn’t catch ‘cause all the posters
             Bb            C
Are on their way to my hometown
 
[Refrão]

         F
And I'm not your protagonist
     A
I'm not even my own
               Dm
I don't know anything
                  C
I don't even know what I don't know
 
[Ponte]

             Gm                C
And if you look outside you’ll see
   F           Dm
Disintegrating trees
        Bb               C               
The artificial way the sunlight 
         F       C         F
Bounces off the glitching leaves
                Gm             C
My wet heart catches on every thorn
               F        C       Dm
You’re already halfway out the door
            Bb          C
And I’m so tiny and so old
             F             Dm
And God it’s never been so cold
          Bb
And it is 85 degrees
  A
I don’t know what I need
 
[Final] F  A  Bb  Bbm
        F  A  Bb  Bbm  F