Born At Zero Acordes

	  
verse 1 

G                                       C/G 
You're coming back, I don't know why I feel so bad 
      D              C/G             G 
Oh, a picture always hurts more than words 
       G                         C/G 
You're born at zero, and dead at 23 
                 D    C/G                  G 
Ain't it fucking cold, and the dirt comes free 

verse 2 

    G                                     C/G 
You make it clear, you take me as insincere 
  D               C/G              G 
A picture I can't live without seein' 
        G                                   C/G 
Oh, you made your point, I never robbed you of a choice 
     D            C/G             G 
And I can hear a longing in your voice 

 
D                             G 
I'm a sorry mess, to see your face 
        C             Am                 G 
I wanna hold you close, but I push you away 
D                               G 
I wanna feel your skin upon my skin 
             C            Am                 G 
But I'm not feeling great, about letting you in 

verse 3 

G                                         C/G 
Close your eyes, it's just about time to speak 
      D              C/G               G 
Our dreams only come true in better dreams 
G                                      C/G 
I drink neat in the middle of drunken screams 
      D                  C/G              G 
Oh, praying to God that one day I'll be clean 

     G                                       C/G 
Oh, look at the clock, I wish it was a time machine 
                            D                 
'Cause I could have been anything but I got  
C/G                       G 
caught up in your grand schemes 

 
D                              G 
I'm a sorry mess *to see your face* 
         C            Am                G 
I wanna hold you close, but I push you away 
D                               G 
I wanna feel your skin upon my skin 
              C         Am                   G 
But I'm not feeling great, about letting you in 

Outro 

 G                         C/G 
Born at zero, and dead at 23 
                 D  C/G                    G 
Ain't it fucking cold, and the dirt come free