[Intro]
G
Your stratospheric fear of catastrophe’s near
C
Fast, it’s here, atmosphere past your ears, fall but you’ll never land
D Dsus4
Second star to the right…

[Verse]
G Em
I’m gripping the grass and pulling up daisies
G Em
Thank matter for mass and the comfort of gravity
G Em
Airplane eclipses over spirals of math – would or could the impact kill me?
C D
Yes, yes, yes. No, no, no, no, no.

G Em
It’s just high-noon moon saying “shoot for the stars”
G Em
“Be the next big constellation connecting the dots between your parts”

[Chorus]
C G
Dandelion seeds yet to ride on the breeze
C G
You make a wish upon the dead but turn and call it a weed
C G D D7
Only plastic flowers never die

[Verse]
G Em
With the bones of a crow and ambitions of candle wax
G Em
What do you know of control? The wind is simply at your back
G Em
It really seems pollen’s more clever than bees, so you cue the final words of Leary and cry:
C D
Why, why, why? Why not? Why not? Why not?

G Em
I’d rather be a hot-air Hindenburg than an elephant tied right down to its stake
G Em
Cut ties, shed the dead weight, I ain’t saying it’s fate but there are no mistakes

[Chorus]
C G
Dandelion seeds yet to ride on the breeze
C G
You make a wish upon the dead but turn and call it a weed
C G D
Only plastic flowers never die
C G C G
Well, I cry on skies of blue linoleum. Clouds o’ spilt milk, but am I the cup
C D C G
Here comes the sun, am I falling up?
C G C D C G
Falling up, here comes the sun, am I falling up?

[Bridge]
Em
Disney-Pixar Ludovico, Shirley Temple maraschino
G
Hotel rooms of Motley Crüe, Broadway producer improv troupes
Em
Ray-Bans in your living room, eyeline hurts to be in view like
G
Stage fright only when it’s karaoke night with friends leave early
Em G
Did I earn this stupid hat, is now really a good time for a new tattoo?
Em G
Oh, is now really a good time for a new tattoo?

G Em
The larger they are, the harder they tend to fall
G C D
Much larger than life ‘cause from such height life looks awful small

C G C G
And dandelions grow in dirt, magic mushrooms grow in piles of bullshit
C G D
I grew up in suburbia. Love us or hate us, pick us, you’re killing us

[Chorus]
C G
Dandelion seeds yet to ride on the breeze
E Am
You make a wish upon the dead but turn and call it a weed
C G D
Only plastic flowers never die
C G C G
Well, I cry on skies of blue linoleum. Clouds o’ spilt milk, but am I the cup
C D C G
Here comes the sun am I falling up
C G C D C G
Falling up, here comes the sun, am I falling up?
C G C D C G
Falling up, here comes the sun, am I falling up?

[Outro]
Em G
Did I earn this stupid hat, is now really a good time for a new tattoo?
Em G
Oh, is now really a good time for a new tattoo?
G
Your stratospheric fear of catastrophe’s near
C
Fast, it’s here, atmosphere past your ears, fall but you’ll never land
D G
Second star to the right, and straight on ‘till you die.