Pretend

A D A D A I've been ignoring the muscle aches D Back since that god awful day A I've been lost since she left D There's no map, nothing to navigate A Does history have to repeat itself? D My mind's set on changing the fates F#m E But every conclusion I come to A D Yeah every new person I run to F#m It's always this haze E Of feeling insane D A And finding new ways to numb the pain F#m E I'll pile my feelings up in boxes A D Send them out to Timbuktu F#m E Now there's nothing detrimental A D Fogging up my point of view A So I'll strum out my soul with these words D To make life feel more bearable, or socially shareable A To the tune of my tears turned to mute D Yeah I'll dance down the hall, throw my pain down the chute F#m E If we just play pretend 'till the end A When we wake up from this fantasy D Or we fall asleep E 'Till the next time... E D A We buy into these oversaturated dreams A D A D A You make it look like it's easy D I'm torn apart at the seams A D Wake me up from this nightmare on loop, it's become a routine A I feel like I'm standing in quicksand D And my mind is just a machine F#m E Cause every conclusion I come to A D Yeah every new person I run to F#m E It's always this haze of feeling insane D A And finding new ways to numb the pain F#m E I'll pile my feelings up in boxes A D Send them out to Timbuktu F#m E Now there's nothing detrimental A D Fogging up my point of view A So I'll strum out my soul with these words D To make life feel more bearable, or socially shareable A To the tune of my tears turned to mute D Yeah I'll dance down the hall, throw my pain down the chute F#m E If we just play pretend 'till the end A When we wake up from this fantasy D Or we fall asleep E 'Till the next time... E D A We buy into these oversaturated dreams A I'm sick of repeating days D I'm sick of repeating fates E I'm sick of this haze that I've come to hate A I'm constantly going back D E I'm sick of feeling under attack A I'm sick of repeating days D I'm sick of repeating fates E I'm sick of this haze that I've come to hate A I'm constantly going back D E I'm sick of feeling under attack A So I'll strum out my soul with these words D To make life feel more bearable, or socially shareable A To the tune of my tears turned to mute D Yeah I'll dance down the hall, throw my pain down the chute A So I'll strum out my soul with these words D To make life feel more bearable, or socially shareable A To the tune of my tears turned to mute D Yeah I'll dance down the hall, throw my pain down the chute F#m E If we just play pretend 'till the end A When we wake up from this fantasy D Or we fall asleep E 'Till the next time... E D A We buy into these oversaturated dreams A So I'll strum out my soul with these words D To make life feel more bearable, or socially shareable A To the tune of my tears turned to mute D Yeah I'll dance down the hall, throw my pain down the chute F#m E If we just play pretend 'till the end A When we wake up from this fantasy D Or we fall asleep E 'Till the next time... E D A We buy into these oversaturated dreams