Alright

 
A#                           F 
I would say a smoke just to stand in the rain 
         Cm                          G 
But the true renegade drove off in a hearse 
    A#m                             Fm 
And paper planes spilled out like a tank of propane 
      F#                              C#     G# 
Took flight over flame, too true to rehearse 
 

 
               D#m 
How I've grown in love in complaining 
    C#                  G# 
And underexplaining my pride 
         D#m 
Over the potions and pills 
       C#                        G# F# 
'Cause all of my wells have run dry 
      Bm                          A 
Did I bite down my tongue? Did it come from my nose 
   D#m                                        F# 
To run down the sink and hide in the prose that I write? 
                    C#            
Now I know that you made up your mind 
 

 
A#                             F 
Silver rage washed up all the plans that we made 
          Cm                               G 
Yeah, it flooded the bank, it yellowed our rise 
A#m                          Fm 
Gold and grain boiled over a t-shirt stain 
   F#                                   C#   G# 
My shoulders strain all them stories of mine 
 

 
                     D#m 
'Cause although I've been here before 
     C#                     G# 
I've already burned out the page 
                         D#m 
Guess there's no use in closing at all 
       C#                 G# F# 
If I'm only as good as my age 
    Bm                  A 
But did I forget, spend half of my life 
    D#m                                               F# 
I'm somehow convinced in exchange for a kiss from the sky 
                     C#       
God knows that she's doing alright 
 

 
A#                                     F 
Thinking straight only brought me back home a long way 
          Cm                                G 
Don't you see me that way? 'Cause I said it first 
    A#m                                   Fm 
And though we came from the mouth of an unknown name 
  F#                                C#   G# 
I hated LA, and missing her made it worse 
 

 
                  D#m 
But someday, I'll make it on outta here 
    C#                     G# 
And leave all my weapons behind 
                   D#m 
'Cause there is no virtue in poverty 
    C#                        G# F# 
And all in all, love is still kind 
               Bm 
You say, "Come on, make it plain" 
      C# 
So I wrote you a poem 
       D#m                                  F# 
'Cause changing everything cost a handful of nothing 
     G#m 
This time 
                         F#      C# 
I want to know if you're doin' alright 
 

Outro: 
                        
And I know that you've made up your mind 
                    F#        C# 
Everything must get better in time 
             
No need in twisting my spine 
                    F#    C# 
I'll see you on the other side 
                          
Yeah, I hope that you're doing just fine 
                      F#      C#    
God knows that you're doing alright