B G#m E F# E F# [Verse] B My dad says that I’d probably have more fans N.C. If I could learn to sing about some happier shit N.C. Instead of wallowing in my shortcomings N.C. My gross insecurities, be less narcissistic B Maybe show some humility [Interlude] B G#m E F# E F# [Verse 2] B My mom sighs “wow” from under her breath G#m She wonders, how the hell I can live like this E My shelf life, it expired months ago F# But I keep tricking the ones E F# B I claim to love into these situations [Chorus] B Like I’m walking backwards E these wasted years B I’m walking backwards E these wasted years G#m E F# G#m And still nobody knows my name E F# G#m My shitty songs, or my chubby face E F# G#m I want to know how to be okay E Do the things that people do F# C#m to find a home in the end [Verse 3] C#m 'Cause I’ve lived my whole life E so afraid of getting hurt B That I’ve never really been hurt G#m I’ve never really been hurt C#m And the best I can hope E Is to zone out in a room E Full of people that I don’t know B On a hospital bed G#m Is that too obvious? C#m I can say I want to heal, E I can say I want to change B But really [Bridge] B E Well, I want to wake up and maybe be better B I want to come through and not be second guessed E I want to find the money to fix my nose E And learn to breathe without pacing G#m I don’t want to be depressed E F# I want to find a haircut that fits me G#m E That hasn’t been co-opted by Nazis F# G#m I’ll settle for some rest, E I want to move on F# G#m I want to feel more important E I’m trying to be fine F# B I swear I’m trying to be my best B E Well, I want to wake up and maybe be better B I want to come through and not be second guessed E I want to find the money to fix my nose E So I can sing without pacing G#m I don’t want to be depressed E F# I want to find a haircut that fits me G#m E That hasn’t been stolen by Nazis F# G#m I’ll settle for some rest E I'm trying to move on F# G#m I'm trying to feel more important E I want to be fine F# B I swear I’m trying to be my best [Chorus] B I’m walking backwards E these wasted years B I’m walking backwards E these wasted years G#m E F# G#m And still nobody knows my name E F# G#m My shitty songs, or my chubby face E F# G#m I want to know how to be okay E Do the things that people do F# B to find a home in the end