Lucy Dacus - The shell

I'm a ^F#mghost Walking in a ^Dboring dream You are t^Bmhere Talking and I'm ^Anot listening I am ^Gbusy doing nothing And you'r^De rudely inter^Arupting

It's a m^F#myth and now I see it ^Dclearly You don't ^Ahave to be sad to make^D something worth ^Bmhearing Now I'm ^F#mcalm and con^Atent One more b^Bmurden off my b^Gack

^DYou don't wanna ^Abe a cre^Bmator Doesn't ^Amean you've got nothing to sa^Dy ^{A D}Put down the p^Aen, don't let it f^Bmorce your ^Ghand

I'm a ^F#mghost Walking on an empty ^Dstreet No ^Emname anymore No need to ^Acall for me I'm a ^Glong-lost hometown hero Late to ^Dlegendary past lives within ^Emme

If I ^F#mhad the offer to do it ^Dagain Make ^Ame invincible, i^Bmnvisible, or b^Grain dead If the ^F#mbody and the ^Alife were two things t^Dhat we could d^Givide ^AI'd deliver up my shell to be filled with somebody else ^D

^DYou don't wanna ^Abe a c^Bmreator Doesn't ^Amean you've got nothing to s^Day ^{A D}Put down the ^Apen, don't let it ^Bmforce your ^Ghand

Y^Dou don't wanna ^Abe a ^Bmleader Doesn't ^Amean you don't know the w^Day ^{A D}Hold your own ^Ahand, walk on ^Bmwithout a ^Gplan