Dm7 C GDm7 C GDm7 C GDm7 C G [Verse 1]Dm7 C G Dm7 C G I used to dream I was a poster in a bedroomDm7 C G Dm7 C G Or the pictures that get cut out of the fancy magazinesDm7 C G Dm7 C G Some tortured genius meant to leave the planet too soonDm7 C G Dm7 C G Living on champagne in the back of limousines [Chorus]Dm7 C G Trying to feed the fireDm7 C G Without really knowing whyDm7 C G Trying to feed the fireDm7 C G While hoping that it dies [Break]Dm7 C GDm7 C G [Verse 2]Dm7 C G Dm7 C G Trading where I'm at for some future destinationDm7 C G Dm7 C G Working for attention I'll eventually resentDm7 C G Dm7 C G Trying to ignore some of the darker implicationsDm7 C G Dm7 C G Of smiling for the camera with my hands in wet cement [Chorus]Dm7 C G Trying to feed the fireDm7 C G Without really knowing whyDm7 C G Trying to feed the fireDm7 C G While hoping that it diesDm7 C G Trying to feed the fireDm7 C G Without really knowing whyDm7 C G Trying to feed the fireDm7 C G While hoping that it dies [Verse 3]Dm7 C G Dm7 C G There's someone in my reflection that's been haunting me my whole lifeDm7 C G Dm7 C G There's a world outside my window I can barely even hearDm7 C G Dm7 C G And I wonder to myself as I am straightening my bowtie:Dm7 C G G How can I look so perfect on the screen and so awful in the mirror? [Chorus]Dm7 C G Trying to feed the fireDm7 C G Without really knowing whyDm7 C G Trying to feed the fireDm7 C G While hoping that it diesDm7 C G Trying to feed the fireDm7 C G Without really knowing whyDm7 C G Trying to feed the fireDm7 C G While hoping that it diesDm7 C G Hoping that it diesDm7 C G Hoping that it diesDm7 C G Hoping that it dies
Feed The Fire
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