Written by Ben McKee/Daniel Platzman/Dan Reynolds/Wayne Sermon
Dm C G Dm about time for anyone telling you off for all your deeds Dm C G Dm no sign the roaring thunder stopped in cold to read (no time) Dm C Get mine and make no excuses G Dm Waste of precious breath (no time) Dm C the sun shines on everyone G Dm Everyone, love yourself to death Dm Am So you gotta fire up, you gotta let go G Dm You'll never be loved till you've made your own Dm Am You gotta face up, you gotta get yours G Dm You'll never know the top till you get too low Dm G A son of a stepfather Dm A son of a G I'm so sorry Dm G A son of a stepfather Dm A son of a G I'm so sorry Dm C no lies and no deceiving G Dm Man is what he loves Dm C i keep tryin' conceive G Dm That death is from above (no time) Dm C i get mine and make no excuses G Dm Waste of precious breath (no time) Dm C the sun shines on everyone G Dm Everyone, love yourself to death Dm Am So you gotta fire up, you gotta let go G Dm You'll never be loved till you've made your own Dm Am You gotta face up, you gotta get yours G Dm You'll never know the top till you get too low Dm G A son of a stepfather Dm A son of a G I'm so sorry Dm G A son of a stepfather Dm A son of a G I'm so sorry Bb C life isn't always what you think it'd be Bb C turn your head for one second and the tables turn Bb C and i know, i know that i did you wrong Bb C Bb But will you trust me when i say that i'll make it up to you somehow C somehow Dm Am So you gotta fire up, you gotta let go G Dm You'll never be loved till you've made your own Dm Am You gotta face up, you gotta get yours G Dm You'll never know the top till you get too low Dm G A son of a stepfather Dm A son of a G I'm so sorry Dm G A son of a stepfather Dm A son of a G I'm so sorry Dm G i'm so sorry(3x)