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