Am
Sometimes things
                F
slip from my mouth
                             G
I should not have said
       Am
that aloud

But you forget about
All those things I said
It's not like
it would get around

CHORUS 1
F
I was erroneous
C
Slipping from my stand
G
And I
Am
This wasn't planned

VERSE 2
How can I
Withstand the pain
Of holding back
If I can't speak again

It's like a sharpeners
Sharpening a knife
And my works
Could take another's life

—

CHORUS 2
I keep spilling my guts
Hoping they’ll notice me
I need to get over this
Stupid dream

And I
ask myself all day
Are you gonna let it eat you
Are you gonna let it stay

And I
Just wanna get this sentence off my chest
To feel nothing
Or maybe a little less

But I can't
And it's ripping my voice from my heart
And I can't
Let this tear me apart

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CODA - improvise
Let me sing my heart
Whats the point of art
I need to feel a little
Or I'll be torn apart