A
What's more American than TV static in the dark?
Dm
Just to spite you, it's the strangest of habits.
     Am
I haven't slept in days, my mind feels crazed, it's not my life.
 E                                          D
I know the feeling goin over the brink and we all begin praying when the boat starts to sink.
          E
And you'll scream, "
                                        A       D
Hold on, you got this all wrong, it's not my life."


E                                             B                        F#m
Well, I'm not supposed to die like this, I'm supposed to be somewhere else.
                E           A         E                               F#m
At the end of a blade maybe end up in flames, something flashier than myself.
        A         D      C#m                   A        G#m         F#m
When no one rose to pick the souls, but I'm glad with the one I got.
   A            D        C#m                        A          G#m               A       E         A
Let me off this train or land this plane cause this sure as hell ain't my stop, this ain't my stop.


A
Run me out of your town, see I'm the cause of your conflict.
Dm
And I spit on the paper, sea of damaged the points like if I'm bleeding don't stop it,
   Am
it's more than a prophet, it's my life.
 E                                     A                D
But lately it's crazy, the sweating, the freezin and I change like the leaves or the decay of the seasons.
        E                                       D
Put the gun in your pocket, tell the driver to stop it, it's my life.


E                                             B                        F#m
Well, I'm not supposed to die like this, I'm supposed to be somewhere else.
                E           A         E                               F#m
At the end of a blade maybe end up in flames, something flashier than myself.
        A         D      C#m                   A        G#m         F#m
When no one rose to pick the souls, but I'm glad with the one I got.
   A            D        C#m                        A          G#m               A       E         A
Let me off this train or land this plane cause this sure as hell ain't my stop, this ain't my stop.


C#                E                  A             E            Bm           A
The beginning of life, I guess it's more than a concept and the handles are stolen 
A
so the train hasn't stopped yet.
A             E            C#m           B        E
Had a dream but I lost it, a hole in my pocket, it's my life.
E                                                                A
And the windows are broken and the building we live in keeps the rain from our faces
A
but it lets all the ghosts in.
     E                                                    A           D
Heard a heart that quit beatin and the city kept blinkin, it's my life.


E                                             B                        F#m
Well, I'm not supposed to die like this, I'm supposed to be somewhere else.
                E           A         E                               F#m
At the end of a blade maybe end up in flames, something flashier than myself.
        A         D      C#m                   A        G#m         F#m
When no one rose to pick the souls, but I'm glad with the one I got.
   A            D        C#m                        A          G#m               A       E         A
Let me off this train or land this plane cause this sure as hell ain't my stop, this ain't my stop.