Cmaj7  G  D
Cmaj7  G  D

[Verse 1]
Cmaj7                    G            D
Someday I know that this pain will be useful
Cmaj7                     G          D
So much can grow from the seed of a dying tree
Cmaj7                  G          D
It creeps up on me at inopportune moments
Cmaj7      G          D
Hot like a song in my lungs


[Chorus]
Cmaj7                       D
Oh I'm gonna make this life good
Em                       Am
Even though, even though you thought I would
Cmaj7      D    Em          D
Never amount to anything of value
Cmaj7                       D
Watch me as I prove you wrong
Em           Am
By falling, falling in love with
Cmaj7        G             D
Everyone and everything I touch
Cmaj7                D         G
And who knew I could feel this much


[Verse 2]
Cmaj7                    G            D
Someday I know that this pain will be useful
Cmaj7                    G            D
And it won't look for comfort in a drink or a stranger's bed
Cmaj7                    G            D
No more nights to undo, only nights to remember
Cmaj7                    G            D
Little bursts of happiness instead


[Chorus]
Cmaj7                       D
Oh I'm gonna make this life good
Em                       Am
Even though, even though I thought I would
Cmaj7      D    Em          D
Never amount to anything of value
Cmaj7                       D
Watch me as I prove me wrong
Em           Am
By falling, falling in love with
Cmaj7        G             D
Everyone and everything I touch
Cmaj7                D         G
And who knew I could feel this much
Cmaj7                D         G
Oh-oh-ohh, oh-oh-ohh, oh-ohh
Cmaj7                D
Oh-oh-ohh, oh-oh-ohh, oh-ohh


[Bridge]
Em                                         G                     D
Well it's only a guess but I bet that each beautiful house has a story that moves
Em                                      G           D
Was it made by a man with a knot in his chest and unspoken truth?
Em                                            G                     D
And the songs that we sing in our cars in the parking lots with our hands up high
Em                            G                                D
Are just battle cries through puffy eyes that found a place to be alive


[Verse 3]
Cmaj7                    G            D
Someday I know that this pain will be useful
Cmaj7                    G            D
So much can grow from the seed of a dying tree
Cmaj7                    G            D
Leaps out of me at inopportune moments
Cmaj7             G            D
Too beautiful and delicate to touch
Cmaj7                D         G
And who knew I could feel this much