I am satisfied Hiding in our friend's apartment Only leaving once a day To buy some groceries Daylight, I'm so absent minded Nighttime meeting new anxieties So am I erasing myself? Hope I'm not erasing myself E# I guess it would be nice to give my heart to a god But which one, which one do I choose? E# All the churches fill with losers, psycho or confused I just want to hold the divi-i-i-i-ine in mi-i-i-i-ind And forgeeeeeeeeeeeeetttttttttt All of the beauty’s wasted Let's fall back to earth and do something pleasant We fell back to earth like gravity's bitches A (16th note strums – that’s how I play it) (Physics makes us all its bitches) E# I guess it would be nice to help in your escape From patterns your parents designed E# All the party people dancing for the indie star But he's the worst faker by far But in the set, I forgeeeeeeeeeeettttttt All of the beauty's wasted I guess it would be nice Show me that things can be nice I guess it would be nice Show me that things can be nice You've got my back in the city You've got my back, 'cause I don't want to panic You've got my back in the city You've got my back, 'cause I don't want to panic