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