I felt really weird reading it…. Like it somehow was real and I was being a creep by reading it. Anyway, its fiction and it’s kinda funny.
I am such a bad writer it’s embarrassing
why can’t I have Conor Oberst or Jane Austen or George Orwell or John Green or Thomas Hardy poeticalness, like really
If I read something that I wrote as the reader I would shred and burn it
I’m in the middle of reading The Fault in Our Stars. Why is it so good? T.T
(Capo 4th fret) D F# Hold on tight beginners mind, Bm A The wheel is spinning too Em A Fast to make your move F# Bm The worst must be assumed D F# Oh how they'll try to pull and pry Bm A Away what you know now Em A Beat and beat it out F# Bm Leave a drum that makes no sound G F# Em A A snuff film on a Jumbo-tron for all the world to see Em A A cocktail napkin epitaph D Bm Some psychobabble telegram Em A Message written in the sand D Bm The tide rolls in Em A Swear you'll do the opposite D Bm Of all those tangled hypocrites Em A D Who say that the experiment has failed Bm Don't go there G You're getting nowhere A You're getting nowhere D F# Stay a while my inner child Bm A I'd like to learn your trick Em A Know what makes you tick F# Bm Nurse you when you're sick D F# Oh how you've grown so cynical Bm A Hard lines carved in your face Em A The sunshine so cliché F# Bm Just like love and pain G F# Em A You tried your best on the Rorschach test but there's just nothing to see Em A Heard terabytes of perfect pitch D Bm Some universal elegance Em A Stack the seventh and the fifth D Bm Along the grid Em A Swear you’ll be the opposite D Bm Of all the stilted hypocrites Em A D Bm You know what made you infamous to them, don't you? G You keep starting over A You keep starting over F# You keep starting over Bm You keep starting over G Keep starting over A Keep starting over D F# Hold on tight beginners mind Bm A The currents far too strong Em A It will carry you along F# Bm Till you're just like everyone D F# Stay a while my inner child Bm A I'd like to learn your trick Em A Know what makes you tick F# Bm Nurse you when you're sick G F# Em A
D A There is a man holding a megaphone, so he must have been the voice of God. D7 G The bystanders claimed they saw angels flying up and down the block. Gm(300230) Well, they must have been attached to wires. I saw one laying in Bm A the lawn with a broken arm, A D A so I called 911. So that is one less founded opinion. One more cause for a dispute. D7 G So the street filled, like a basin, up with cameras and their crews Gm Bm A and they washed away the rumors leaving just the concrete truth. It was a spectacle. A D A No, I mean a miracle. So then I fell like that girl from a balance beam. D7 G Gm A gymnasium of eyes were all holding on to me. I lifted one foot to cross the other Bm A A and I felt myself slipping. It was a small mistake. Sometimes that is all it takes. Bm G A Now I'm staring at my wrist, hoping that the timing is right. When the D planes will align. G Gm There will be no planets to align. Just the carcass of the sun Gm and those little painted marbles spinning senseless through an endless black sky. D D D D D A It was in a foreign hotel's bathtub I baptized myself in change. D7 G And one by one I drowned all of the people I had been. Gm Bm A I emerged to find the parallels were fewer. I was cleansed. I looked in the mirror A D and someone new was there. Still, I was as helpless as a chess piece A D7 when I was lifted up by someone's hand and delivered from the corner my G enemies had got me in. Gm Bm A But in all of my salvation I still felt imprisoned inside that holding cell A that is myself. D A D7 So I wait for the day when I'll hear the key as it turns in the lock G and the guard will say to me, "Oh my patient prisoner you have waited for Bm this day A A and finally you are free! You are free! You are freezing." Bm G A Now I'm staring at the sun, waiting for it to explode. Because a day is D gonna come, G Gm don't know when but it will come and then we will finally know the way out of here. Gm And I will throw away this wrinkled map and my chart of stars and compass, cracked. And I'll climb that tree all wet with sap to avoid the hungry beasts below. I'll cut out my love's tongue and sing of a graveyard gray and a garden green and then we won't have to worry no more. No we won't ever worry again about how this song or story ends about how this song and story will end. D D D