Misc Musicals – Dear Evan Hansen - Words Fail (Guitar)

G                               F
I never meant to make it such a mess

G                             C
I never thought that it would go this far

G         C          Cm
So I just stand here sorry

G             A
Searching for something to say

C
Something to say

        C   D       G  C
Words fail, words fail

C               D      G
There's nothing I can say

G                            C
I guess I thought I could be part of this

G                         C
I never had this kind of thing before

G           C    Cm
I never had that perfect girl

G    A                    C
Who somehow could see the good part of me

G                       C
I never had the dad who stuck it out

G                   C
No corny jokes or baseball gloves

G         C         Cm
No mom who just was there

G                 A                D
'Cause mom was all that she had to be

Em                  C
That's not a worthy explanation

G               D
I know there is none

Em               Bm                 Am          D      Am
Nothing can make sense of all these things I've done

G       C   D       G
Words fail, words fail

C       F
There's nothing I can say

       G                  C
Except sometimes, you see everything you wanted

F   G                  C
And sometimes, you see everything you wish you had

F                     G            Am    G
And it's right there, right there, right there

   C
In front of you

         F         C
And you want to believe it's true

          F
So you... make it true

     G  C                F
And you think maybe everybody wants it

F
And needs it

C
a little bit

F
too

Dm               Bb
This was just a sad invention

F                 C
It wasn't real, I know

Dm 
But we were happy

Am                 Bb
I guess I couldn't let that go

                   F
I guess I couldn't give that up

                       Dm
I guess I wanted to believe

                    C
'Cause if I just believe

                     Bb         C      Dm
Then I don't have to see what's really there

               Dm
No, I'd rather pretend I'm something better than

      Bb
These broken parts

F
Pretend I'm something other than

     C
This mess that I am

            Dm
'Cause then I don't have to look at it

    Bb
And no one gets to look at it

F              Bb     C
No, no one can really see

       Am               F              G
'Cause I've learned to slam on the brake

C        F    G
Before I even turn the key

Am       F        G
Before I make the mistake

C        F             Am       G
Before I lead with the worst of me

C                F       Am       G
I never let them see the worst of me

C F G
       'Cause what if everyone saw?

F C G
      What if everyone knew?

C F G
      Would they like what they saw?

F C           F            G
     Or would they hate it too?

Dm                  G            C           F
Will I just keep on running away from what's true?

C          Dm    F
All I ever do is run

          Dm     F
So how do I step in

              C Dm F  C Dm F
Step into the sun?

              C Dm F  C Dm F
Step into the sun