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