Tom: C
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Am F C
I spent a dozen years, living in a bottle
Am F C
Drowning thoughts with whiskey flavored stones
Am F C
Terrified of my own humanity
Am F C
But the truth I've learned is that we're all alone
Am F C
You either die young and pass with your conviction
Am F C
Or you live long enough to become what you hate
Am F C
We all think that we're destined for greatness
Am F C
But the clock is more dependable than fate
Am F C C
Am F C C
Am F C
And now moderation is just my new addiction
Am F C
I'm keeping track as a way to pass the time
Am F C
Struggling with my mediocrity
Am F C
Cautionary tale where I'm the paradigm
Am F C
Now I'm trying to learn, to live inside the moment
Am F C
But anxiety somehow always prevails
Am F C
Lonely though I've given up on privacy
Am F C
A common state of mind, when everyone you meet's in sales
Am F C C
Am F C C
Am F C
You ain't born with strength, it's something you develop
Am F C
So I hold my head up high, the way men do in cowboy songs
Am F C
Uncertainty ways heavy on your shoulders
Am F C
Living the dream still occasionally feels wrong
Am F C
I said that living the dream still occasionally feels wrong
