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