Written by Noah Gundersen
C Sometimes G E Making songs for a living Am G F Feels like living to make songs C And sometimes G E I get an uneasy feeling Am G F That I'm doing something wrong Am G/B C F 'Cause nothing really feels like home Am G/B C F And I just want to be alone C G/B C Dm G Calculate the hours till the power in the well goes dry C I'm watching as the stage goes black G How long until we all go back Am To being nothing at all G F Nothing but a spark in someone's eye C Am I giving all that I can give G E Am I earning the right to live Am By looking in a mirror G F There's nothing more sincere than selfish art C Sometimes G E I got nothing to say Am G F I think breaking a heart Could maybe be the start of some new page C And sometimes G E I play a couple war games Am G F G Using live ammunition So I can fix what I'm missing Am G F G Most of my songs are true Am G F Dm Most of my songs are due to some broken people G (C-C-C) G So I could write a single C I'm watching as the stage goes black G How long until we all go back Am To being nothing at all G F Nothing but a spark in someone's eye C Am I giving all that I can give G E Am I earning the right to live Am By looking in a mirror G F There's nothing more sincere than selfish art C I'm watching as the stage goes black G How long until we all go back Am To being nothing at all G F Nothing but a spark in someone's eye C Am I giving all that I can give G E Am I earning the right to live Am By looking in a mirror G F There's nothing more sincere than selfish art Am G F G There's nothing more sincere than an empty heart Am G F G There's nothing more sincere than who we are end on C Than who we are