Intro
Gm
[Verse 1]
Gm
Cut it out
Eb
Your self-inflicted pain
A#
Is getting too routine
Dm
The crowds are catching on
Gm
To the self-inflicted song
Em
Well, here we go again
A#
The art of acting weak
Dm
Fall in love to fail
Gm
To boost your CD sales
Gm
And that CD sells (Yeah, what a hit)
Gm
You've got to repeat it
Gm
You gotta' sink to swim
Gm
If at first you don't succeed
D/A
You gotta recreate your misery
A#
Cause we all know art is hard
D/C
Young artists have gotta starve
Gm
Try, and fail, and try again
D/A
The comforts of repetition
A#
Keep churning out those hits
D/A
'Til it's all the same old shit
Gm
[Verse 2]
Gm
Oh, a second verse!
Eb
Well, color me fatigued
A#
I'm hiding in the leaves
Dm
In the CD jacket sleeves
Gm
Tired of entertaining
Eb
Some double-dipped meaning
A#
A soft serve analogy
Dm
This drunken angry slur
Gm
In thirty-one flavors
Gm
You gotta' sink, gotta sink
Gm
Gotta sink to swim
Gm
Immerse yourself in rejection
Gm
Regurgitate some sorry tale
Gm
About a boy who sells his love affairs
Gm
You gotta' fake, fake, fake the pain
Gm
You better make, make, make it sting
Gm
You're gonna' break, break, break a leg
Gm
When you get on stage
Gm
And they scream your name
Gm D/A A# D/C
("Oh, Cursive is so cool!")
[Outro]
("Oh, Cursive is so cool!")
Gm
You gotta' sink, gotta sink
Gotta sink to swim
D/A
Impersonate greater persons
A#
Cause we all know art is hard
D/C
When we don't know who we are
Gm D/A A# D/C (x2)
Gm/D