Intro
A# F C C
[Verse]
A# F
Counting ticks from the clock
C C
It's a morning too modest
A# F
She's finding parts of my face
C C
Funny looking and anxious
[Pre-Chorus]
A# F C
It's a cruel world before the eyes of these posh innocents
A# F C C
I would use her to stay alive if the ground were to bend
[Chorus]
A#
And baby pulls her hair for a Vicodin
F
She falls flat on the bed again
C
Mutters something about the end
C A#
While covering her eyes with both her hands
I on the other hand
F
I feel fine with the way I am
C
I awoke to her elegance
C A#
I've figured out a way to make amends
[Instrumental]
F C C
A# F C C
[Verse]
A# F
"Could you cut open all of my chest
C C
I'm already too restless
A# F
Of course I'm feeling depressed
C C
Find a way we could use it"
[Pre-Chorus]
A# F C C
It's a cruel world before the eyes of these posh innocents
A# F C C
I would use her to stay alive if the ground were to bend
[Chorus]
A#
And baby pulls her hair for a Vicodin
F
She falls flat on the bed again
C
Mutters something about the end
C A#
While covering her eyes with both her hands
I on the other hand
F
I feel fine with the way I am
C
I awoke to her elegance
C A#
I've figured out a way to make amends
[Instrumental]
F C C
A# F C C
[Bridge]
A# F
My my my
C
We're pretenders
C
We're beaming
A#
We're the signs of our time
F
My my
C C
Oh whatever
[Chorus]
A#
And baby pulls her hair for a Vicodin
F
She falls flat on the bed again
C
Mutters something about the end
C A#
While covering her eyes with both her hands
I on the other hand
F
I feel fine with the way I am
C
I awoke to her elegance
C A#
I've figured out a way to make amends
[Outro]
F C D