Born At Zero

G C/G You're coming back, I don't know why I feel so bad D C/G G Oh, a picture always hurts more than words G C/G You're born at zero, and dead at 23 D C/G G Ain't it fucking cold, and the dirt comes free G C/G You make it clear, you take me as insincere D C/G G A picture I can't live without seein' G C/G Oh, you made your point, I never robbed you of a choice D C/G G And I can hear a longing in your voice D G I'm a sorry mess, to see your face C Am G I wanna hold you close, but I push you away D G I wanna feel your skin upon my skin C Am G But I'm not feeling great, about letting you in G C/G Close your eyes, it's just about time to speak D C/G G Our dreams only come true in better dreams G C/G I drink neat in the middle of drunken screams D C/G G Oh, praying to God that one day I'll be clean G C/G Oh, look at the clock, I wish it was a time machine D 'Cause I could have been anything but I got C/G G caught up in your grand schemes D G I'm a sorry mess *to see your face* C Am G I wanna hold you close, but I push you away D G I wanna feel your skin upon my skin C Am G But I'm not feeling great, about letting you in G C/G Born at zero, and dead at 23 D C/G G Ain't it fucking cold, and the dirt come free