Feed The Fire

Dm7 C G Dm7 C G Dm7 C G Dm7 C G Dm7 C G Dm7 C G I used to dream I was a poster in a bedroom Dm7 C G Dm7 C G Or the pictures that get cut out of the fancy magazines Dm7 C G Dm7 C G Some tortured genius meant to leave the planet too soon Dm7 C G Dm7 C G Living on champagne in the back of limousines Dm7 C G Trying to feed the fire Dm7 C G Without really knowing why Dm7 C G Trying to feed the fire Dm7 C G While hoping that it dies Dm7 C G Dm7 C G Dm7 C G Dm7 C G Trading where I'm at for some future destination Dm7 C G Dm7 C G Working for attention I'll eventually resent Dm7 C G Dm7 C G Trying to ignore some of the darker implications Dm7 C G Dm7 C G Of smiling for the camera with my hands in wet cement Dm7 C G Trying to feed the fire Dm7 C G Without really knowing why Dm7 C G Trying to feed the fire Dm7 C G While hoping that it dies Dm7 C G Trying to feed the fire Dm7 C G Without really knowing why Dm7 C G Trying to feed the fire Dm7 C G While hoping that it dies Dm7 C G Dm7 C G There's someone in my reflection that's been haunting me my whole life Dm7 C G Dm7 C G There's a world outside my window I can barely even hear Dm7 C G Dm7 C G And I wonder to myself as I am straightening my bowtie: Dm7 C G G How can I look so perfect on the screen and so awful in the mirror? Dm7 C G Trying to feed the fire Dm7 C G Without really knowing why Dm7 C G Trying to feed the fire Dm7 C G While hoping that it dies Dm7 C G Trying to feed the fire Dm7 C G Without really knowing why Dm7 C G Trying to feed the fire Dm7 C G While hoping that it dies Dm7 C G Hoping that it dies Dm7 C G Hoping that it dies Dm7 C G Hoping that it dies Dm7 C G (to fade out)