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[Intro]
F C/E

[Verse 1]
              C/E                          F
And I see her bent over a notebook staring hard past her words
           C/E                                 F
Feels like most of the time, I'm only somewhat there
           C/E                         F
So I might whine about the distance or write up some new fiction
              C/E                         F
Hope for some condolences while she draws idly
             C/E                                 F
She says to "enjoy my little misfires," and "the fact that I'm alive,"
                C/E                   F
- I'm sketching dramatics into every line


[Chorus]
                     Am         G         F
Cause I'm not on the right path, just the one of least resistance
      Am                G                     F
And despite this trite existence, I'm getting better all the time
                           C
I'm getting better all the time


[Verse 2]
                 Am                     G                      F
And I want to be scared of the truth in fiction and all of our heartbreak correspondence
            Am                      G              F
because the thought of a fleeting impression, - it scares me to death
           Am              G                  F
So I might whine about the distance because I care so much I'm sick
           Am               G            F
And you'll probably just be pissed and I didn't even think of it


[Chorus]
                     Am         G         F
Cause I'm not on the right path, just the one of least resistance
      Am                G                     F
And despite this trite existence, I'm getting better all the time
                     Am         G         F
Cause I'm not on the right path, just the one of least resistance
      Am                G                     F
And despite this trite existence, I'm getting better all the time
                           C
I'm getting better all the time