Irony Of Dying On Your Birthday

Am 6x Dm 2x Am 6x Em 2x Am 6x Dm 2x Am 6x Em Am Am Dm Am Em Just know we are a speck in time Am Dm Am Em Am So follow your bliss and destroy the beauty Am I'll lock myself alone in a room Dm Drink until the clock strikes noon Am Em With just a pen, a pill, and some paper Am And maybe I will write a sad song Dm Or another cliché poem Am Em Of the person that I long to be Am Dm I wanna die like Jim Morrison Am A fucking rock star Em I wanna die like God on the cover of Time Am Dm Just a blink and it's gone Am Em So baby pour some fame in my glass Am Dm Am Em Am So k**l the forest and destroy the beauty Am I'll lock myself alone in a room Dm Drink until the clock strikes noon Am Em With just a pen, a pill, and some paper Am And maybe I will write a sad song Dm Or another cliché poem Am Em Of the person that I long to be Am Dm Colors blind the eyes Am Em Sounds deafen the ear Am Dm Flavors numb the taste Am Em Thoughts weaken the mind Am Dm I'll attack someone with a switchblade knife Am Em So that I can see their pain Am Dm I choose to be a serial killer Am Em Am Because the victims don't get any fame Am I'll lock myself alone in a room (Just know) Dm Drink until the clock strikes noon Am Em With just a pen, a pill, and some paper (We are) Am And maybe I will write a sad song (A spec) Dm Or another cliché poem Am Em Of the person that I long to be (In time)