A Bm Most the time it’s the rat race, on the road to find my face G A I will always lose the mask, tell the band to cart it back D Bm Coming up from landscape lows, coming home in dirty clothes G A Pockets full of empty change, I will always rearrange them [Chorus] Bm G There’s a hornets’ nest in my, head D F# What am I supposed to do?, how am I to carry you? Bm G Disappointment longs in my, heart D F# G A A# Just to plant another seed, I will find a way to feed them [Verse] A Bm I rehearse this on the plane, hydroplane in mourning rain G A Barely fill your lights butane, little sparks but fire’s wane D Bm Most the time I’m a burnout, juggling life from hand to mouth G A I enact a show for you, try will let it go for you [Instrumental] A [Chorus] Bm G And the question burns thru my, head D F# What am I supposed to do? How am I to carry them thru? Bm G It’s puzzle missing it’s, parts D F# G A A# Half of life that seems short lived, Maybe all that I can give them [Verse] A Bm Coming up from landscape lows, coming home in shoddy clothes G A F# E I will simply have to change, I will always rearrange my face [Outro] D Bm Mmm Gun it, no don’t G A F# E Gun it, no don’t, Gun it, no don’t D Bm Mmm Gun it, no don’t G A F# E Gun it, no don’t, Gun it, no don’t