Coney Island

G#
Fear is real,
           Cm
There is no escape,
          Fm             D#        G#
Cause I'm finally old enough to fade.
G#
What's my type?
           Cm
What's my archetype?
           Fm                 D#             C#
Do people come in shapes and sizes like they say?
  G#
To be born again,
        Cm
To be a child again,
          Fm               D#            C#
With the weightlessness of looking at the world.
C#
What a shame,
   G#
To idolize such aimlessness
    Fm                     D#             C#
But when the time comes be like everyone else.
C#
Tighten up,
                                    G#
In America they call it growing up.