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This y[G]ear I lost a couple friends, but not how you'd expect
They're a[C]ll alive, nobody died, but I feel dead to them
[Em]What the hell is happening? [D/F#]I turned 34
And am [C]more inscure than I have ever been before
I'm too o[G]ld for this, but I wished as the candles flickered on
To go b[C]ack in time in this life of mine and fix where I went wrong
I would s[Em]hut my mouth or let it out, whate[D/F#]ver shifts the course
Of [C]history that has led me to fall off of my horse
But to reg[G]ret it is pathetic, space and time's been good to me
I have fe[C]ars, but also a career, a flawless family
A w[Em]ife whose love is constant despite [D/F#]my variables
Six s[C]trings that take the things I think and make them bearable
Like this w[G]eight I can't shake that everyone is on the run
[C]Cheers to the final frontier and set phasers to done
I [Em]used to be the party, now my gu[D/F#]ests are glued to phones
The [C]cups are flipped, the keg is kicked, and everybody's going...
[G]Home
Going [C]home
[Em]I swing, but I can't connect, bett[D/F#]er off being on the bench
While they're r[C]ounding third and going home
But [G]I want more
Than [C]to keep score
I want to [Em]take the few who are always true, tell [D/F#]them how much they mean
How much I [C]couldn't do or even get through if they weren't here for me
I want to [G]buy a van and pack them in and go see the country
From [C]Boston down to Austin and every city in between
Just [Em]laughs and photographs and shots of [D/F#]liquor with locals
No [C]bullshit we all seem to get mistaken for normal
Bonf[G]ires on the beach with each taking turns telling tales
[C]Memories we share to scare the future from our trails
Con[Em]necting stars in hope that our rea[D/F#]sons will be revealed
Then l[C]aughing at the fact that someone else is at the wheel
But f[G]orget the plan, I don't need a van, just give me a couch
A [C]couple brews, a toast or two, music to muse about
Whi[Em]stles and bells can go to hell, I just [D/F#]need my closest friends
To [C]make me feel alive and real and remind me that I'm not...
[G]Dead
No, I'm [C]not dead
I'm not [Em]dead [D/F#]
I'm not d[C]ead
I'm not d[G]ead
I'm not d[C]ead
[Em]On the shore they find me shaking, r[D/F#]escue and resuscitate me
Bec[C]ause of them, I'm not d[G]ead
They're a[C]ll alive, nobody died, but I feel dead to them
[Em]What the hell is happening? [D/F#]I turned 34
And am [C]more inscure than I have ever been before
I'm too o[G]ld for this, but I wished as the candles flickered on
To go b[C]ack in time in this life of mine and fix where I went wrong
I would s[Em]hut my mouth or let it out, whate[D/F#]ver shifts the course
Of [C]history that has led me to fall off of my horse
But to reg[G]ret it is pathetic, space and time's been good to me
I have fe[C]ars, but also a career, a flawless family
A w[Em]ife whose love is constant despite [D/F#]my variables
Six s[C]trings that take the things I think and make them bearable
Like this w[G]eight I can't shake that everyone is on the run
[C]Cheers to the final frontier and set phasers to done
I [Em]used to be the party, now my gu[D/F#]ests are glued to phones
The [C]cups are flipped, the keg is kicked, and everybody's going...
[G]Home
Going [C]home
[Em]I swing, but I can't connect, bett[D/F#]er off being on the bench
While they're r[C]ounding third and going home
But [G]I want more
Than [C]to keep score
I want to [Em]take the few who are always true, tell [D/F#]them how much they mean
How much I [C]couldn't do or even get through if they weren't here for me
I want to [G]buy a van and pack them in and go see the country
From [C]Boston down to Austin and every city in between
Just [Em]laughs and photographs and shots of [D/F#]liquor with locals
No [C]bullshit we all seem to get mistaken for normal
Bonf[G]ires on the beach with each taking turns telling tales
[C]Memories we share to scare the future from our trails
Con[Em]necting stars in hope that our rea[D/F#]sons will be revealed
Then l[C]aughing at the fact that someone else is at the wheel
But f[G]orget the plan, I don't need a van, just give me a couch
A [C]couple brews, a toast or two, music to muse about
Whi[Em]stles and bells can go to hell, I just [D/F#]need my closest friends
To [C]make me feel alive and real and remind me that I'm not...
[G]Dead
No, I'm [C]not dead
I'm not [Em]dead [D/F#]
I'm not d[C]ead
I'm not d[G]ead
I'm not d[C]ead
[Em]On the shore they find me shaking, r[D/F#]escue and resuscitate me
Bec[C]ause of them, I'm not d[G]ead
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