Bbm                      F#         C#
    That hashtag wants me dead, but I don’t mind
Bbm                   F#        C#
    It’s just another way we grieve 
Bbm                   F#         C#
    for all the times we fail to be the ones
Bbm                     F#          C#
    we thought we had the chance to be


[Chorus]

G#                       F#  
    And when it gets too complicated
G#                        F#  
    when you can’t get to sleep
C#                           F#  
    when the morning seems impossible
C#                F#  
    Select all delete
C#                F#  
    Select all delete
C#   Bbm              F#  C#
    Select all delete

Bbm F# C# 


[Verse 2]

Bbm                  F#      C#
    I don’t mean to miss the good old days
Bbm                        F#       C#
    The good old days were mostly bad
Bbm                 F#        C#
    But I recall how dark the night got then
Bbm              F#             C#
    how absences could make me glad


[Chorus]

G#                    F#  
    So when it’s too illuminated
G#                    F#  
    too loud and indiscreet
C#                             F#  
    When it gets you stoned or gets you strange
C#                F#  
    Select all delete
C#                F#  
    Select all delete
C#   Bbm              F#  C#
    Select all delete