What If

E I tend to thank God F#m That I’ve actually lived this long E I don’t pray that every meal is my last F#m I don’t pray at all E It’s factual, not half empty, half full F#m Full of my dreams, towards the empty side it leans E I believe, that this printer in my brain F#m* Is running out of ink E But you, you feel me F#m Like my mother should have E* You’re not a narcissistic bitch with no conscience F#m* And I mock you all the time due to my lack of confidence E And I think that it would increase F#m If I dyed my hair green E But I believe, that this printer in my brain F#m* Is running out of ink G# A And I know it would feel right E F#m To exist with someone better than me G# A But I know that if things would change Am* I’d be denied, rejected, falsely accused Of something I wish I couldn’t do Am E You know, I’ve never had a nosebleed F#m Uncanny feelings of empathy E Leave me on the floor as F#m You make me listen for years on end E But I’ve been stuttering too much F#m* Can you even hear me, friend? E She’s listening, only half listening F#m As the vultures sweep overhead G#* And I’m afraid I’ll have to do it all again E It’s the last piece in this hell-on-earth F#m Memory E Oh and I believe, that this printer in my brain F#m* Is running out of ink G# A And I know it would feel right E F#m To exist with someone better than me G# A But I know that if things would change Am* I’d be denied, rejected, falsely accused Of something I wish I couldn’t do Am