Sometimes making songs for a living
Feels like living to make songs
And sometimes i get an uneasy feeling
That I'm doing something wrong
'Cause nothing really feels like home
And I just want to be alone
Calculate the hours till the power
In the well goes dry
I'm watching as the stage goes black
How long [Am]until we all [Em]go back
To being nothing at all
Nothing but a spark in someone's eye
Am I giving all [Em]that I can give
Am I earning the ɾight to [C7]live
By looking in a mirror
There's nothing more sincere
Than selfish art sometimes
When I've got [Fm7]nothing to [C7]say
I think breaking a heart
Could maybe [Am]be [Am]the start of some new page
And sometimes i play a couple war games
Using live ammunition
So I can fix what I'm missing
Most of my [A]songs are tɾue
Most of my [A]songs are due
To some broken people
So I could write a single
I'm watching as the stage goes black
How long [Am]until we all [Em]go back
To being nothing at all
Nothing but a spark in someone's eye
Am I giving all [Em]that I can give
Am I earning the ɾight to [C7]live
By looking in a mirror
There's nothing more sincere
Than selfish art
I'm watching as the stage goes black
How long [Am]until we all [Em]go back
To being nothing at all
Nothing but a spark in someone's eye
Am I giving all [Em]that I can give
Am I earning the ɾight to [C7]live
By looking in a mirror
There's nothing more sincere
Than selfish art
There's nothing more sincere than
An empty heart
There's nothing more sincere than who we are
Than who we are
