Sick

G Em C G Em C G I get sick of singing the same old song Em C I’m sick of singing the same old song G I get sick of thinking I’m right when I’m wrong Em C I’m sick of thinking 'cause I’m always wrong Em Nothing’s what it seems to be Em At least that’s how it seems to me D All I can do is play along C All I can do is sing my song C All I can do is G I get sick of speaking when there’s nothing to say Em C I’m sick of speaking 'cause there’s nothing to say G I get sick of reaching for the words to convey Em C I’m sick of seeing your duplicitous face Em No language properly relays Em The magnitude of my disdain D For your treacherous turn of phrase C And that’s really all I have to say C All I can say is G Em C I ride on, barely discernible G Em C Lines half drawn, they separate everything G Em C I can’t stop, it’s never enough for me G Em I get sick from tightrope walking C G Barely discernible lines G Em C G Em C G I get sick of searching for something to see Em C I’m always searching for something to see G I get sick of flirting with intangible things Em C I’m sick of hurting those in front of me Pre-Chorus 3 Em The time I’ve wasted chasing phantoms Em Haunts me like an empty canvas D Hung directly over me C Perpetually out of reach C All I can see is G Em C I ride on, barely discernible G Em C Lines half drawn, they separate everything G Em C I can’t stop, it’s never enough for me G Em I get sick from tightrope walking C G Barely discernible lines Em C G Barely discernible lines Em C G Barely discernible lines Em C G Barely discernible lines