Tone: [E]
Verse 1:
Cant the future just wa[E]wait
Cant the deadlines c[Ab7]come fashionably late
I could push every [Dbm]goal back
Take control back
If they'd rol[A]rolled back the [Am]rate at which time starts to f[E]fly
Never landing or [Ab7]standing by
Never taki[Abm7]taking a break
Never making me r[Amaj7]retry
We "Nickle and [Cmaj7]Dime" every "Quarter to Tw[D6]Two"
But maybe its time to let t[Emaj7]time pass-through
Verse 2:
If the future is [E]bright
It doesn't shine with t[Ab7]that "end of the tunnel" light
More like a dear in the [Dbm]headlights, sudden red lights,
Or "you're [A]deadlights" as the [Am]angler fish bi[Asus2]bite
It's not f[E]fair
The past is clear, but[Ab7]but it's clear back there
What's ahead, no one [Abm7]knows
But it's closing, in[Amaj7]in we swear
Still not in my [Cmaj7]prime, I have so much to[D6]to do
But maybe its time to let [Emaj7]time pass-through