A History Of Holes

I'm having my day

My place in the sun

I'll grow to resemble

The man I've become

There'll be time for reflection

When I reach that plateau

When the war has been won

No farther to go

And I fear

That it isn't enough

And I fear

That it isn't enough

I'm making a fortune

I swore to [C7]enjoy

These things I promised myself

When I was [Am7]a boy

When I was [Am7]a boy

And things moved too slow

And universes ɾevolved around

Things I didn't know

When I was [Am7]a boy

And I made mistakes

I was [Am7]humiliated

'Til I knew my [A]place

And I fear

That it isn't enough

And I fear

That it isn't enough

Ignorance hurts

Injustice inflames

I ɾemember the feelings

But forgotten their names

When I was [Am7]a boy

I saw through their lies

I swore I wouldn't become

The thing I despised

But events over take you

While you [A7set your sights

On bigger game

On greater heights

God bless amnesia

And the things I've suppressed

I can ɾeframe the image

I can discard the ɾest

A history of holes

Where the pieces won't fit

With the story you [A7told yourself

And your place in it

So put on [C7]a brave face

Stɾaighten that tie

And speak like [F]you [A7mean it

Give tɾuth to [C7]the lie

And I fear

That it isn't enough

And I fear

That it isn't enough