Halsey - 929

^GI really was born at 9:29 AM on 9/^Bm29 You think I'm lying but I'm, I'm  being ^D dead serio^Aus Okay, I'll prove it^{Bm D A}

Well, who am I? I'm ^Bm almost 25 Can't ^Dremember half the time that ^AI've been alive 'Cause half was in a cheap apa^Bmrtment And half was on the ^DEastside (Eastsi^Ade) They said don't meet your heroes, they'r^Bme all fuckin' weirdos And God knows that they were righ^At Because nobody loves you, they ^Bmjust try to f*** you Then ^Aput you on a feature on the B-Side And who do you call when it's ^Bmlate at night? When the ^Dheadlines just don't paint the ^Apicture right When you look at yourself on a ^Bmscreen and say "Oh my G^Dod, there's no way that's ^Ame" And I, I quit smoking, well ^Bmrecently, I tried And I ^Dbought another house, and I n^Aever go outside And I remember this girl with ^Bmpink hair in Detroit Well, s^Dhe told me^A She said, "Ashley, you gotta promise us ^Bmthat you won't die 'Cause we need you," and ^Dhonestly, I ^Athink that she lied And I remember the names of every s^Bmingle kid I've met But I forget half the ^Dpeople who I've g^Aotten in bed And I've stared at the sky in Milw^Bmaukee And hoped that my father would finally call^A me And it's just these things that I'm t^Bmhinkin' for hours And I'm ^Apickin' my hair out in clumps in the shower Lost the love of my life to an ^Bmivory powder But then I ^Drealize that I'm no higher ^Apower That I wasn't in love then, and I'm ^Bmstill not now And I'm ^Dso happy I figured that ^Aout I've got a long way to go until s^Bmelf-preservation Think my moral compass is on a v^Aacation And I can't believe I still feed my ^Bmfucking temptation I'm still looking for my salv^Aation

Soft and ^Bmslow, watch the minutes ^Ago Count out ^Bmloud, so we ^Dknow you don't keep 'em ^Afor yourself ^Bm Watch the ^Dminutes ^Ago Count out ^Bmloud, so we ^Dknow you don't keep 'em ^Afor yourself

I ^Bmthink I have a confession to make, I feel like (So we know you don^A't) I need to say that I was really born at ^A9:26 ^BmI saw my birth certificate, and I^D'm a liar ^AAnd I'm a f****** liar

N.C.

Soft and slow, watch the minutes go

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Count out loud, so we know you don't keep 'em for yourself