Am / C / G / F My mind flits from grey to grey I’ll never let go of the things you say You’re disappointed but I don’t see How empathy’s supposed to occupy me My mind flits from blue to blue It shouldn’t hurt me to disappoint you You’ve done your research; you’ve seen me through I thought that was enough for you Am / G /F So what am I to do? What kind of answer would satisfy you? Chorus G / Am / G / C / Am / G The doctors told me I would fall My heart is too small My heart is too small But if the criminal’s caught by the end of the day What more is there left to say? My mind flits from red to black There are lives at stake, what’s the use of tact? You joke around but you don’t seem to see The effect you have on me And how am I to say All the feelings I can’t convey? Chorus Am / C / G / F So give me the case or give me the cocaine Stop looking at me, I know its strange I’m not strapping bombs to people’s chests What more do you want, have I passed your test? Am / C / G / Am / G / F My mind rebels at—stagnation My body at any close sensation I’m afraid… of nothing I’m afraid… of boring. Chorus My good doctor tells me to stand tall He says, “Your heart is not small Your heart is not small, And maybe, if you let yourself feel You might actually feel real. You might actually feel real.”