Consider It A Win

A C#m D A D A Bm A By this age I thought I'd be dead and gone C#m I'm still figuring out what I fucking want D A Overworked but don't have a job D A Paying rent but don't have a home Bm What does that freedom cost? A Had a dream the other night that you were back alive C#m I don't even blame you for the way you died D A It's a fucking chore sometimes D A Even attempting to survive Bm When there's no hope in sight F#m Bm I don't know what it means to go slow F#m D And the speed is eating away at my soul A D C#m A E But deep down I'm hoping I'll grow old F#m Bm I don't know what it means to go slow F#m D And the speed is eating away at my soul A D C#m A E But deep down I'm hoping I'll grow old A Wish I could lie to you and say the world has changed C#m That people became better since you left this place D A But it somehow just feels the same D A Bm Another incel killed immigrants to save his made-up white race A And most days feel heavy from the weight of the world C#m And the weight of this skin and fat and bones D A So I'm left here carving a space D A Bm For myself. Embracing the pain of this short existence F#m Bm I don't know what it means to go slow F#m D And the speed is eating away at my soul A D C#m A E But deep down I'm hoping I'll grow old F#m Bm I don't know what it means to go slow F#m D And the speed is eating away at my soul A D C#m A E But deep down I'm hoping I'll grow old D C#m A Bm F#m No I don't want to hang myself today D A Bm And I consider that a win D C#m A Bm F#m No I don't want to hang myself today D A E And I consider that a win A I remember when they prayed for you on the internet C#m I remember when all those prayers came and went D A The next day we had one less friend D A Bm Humans cling onto anything when they're feeling helpless A There are many days that I wish I had your guts C#m And the beautiful way you didn't give a f**k D A But it feels like sad fat luck D A Bm That I'm even alive so I'm stuck accepting this present F#m Bm I don't know what it means to go slow F#m D And the speed is eating away at my soul A D C#m A E But deep down I'm hoping I'll grow old F#m Bm I don't know what it means to go slow F#m D And the speed is eating away at my soul A D C#m A E But deep down I'm hoping I'll grow old D C#m A Bm F#m No I don't want to hang myself today D A Bm And I consider that a win D C#m A Bm F#m No I don't want to hang myself today D A E A And I consider that a win