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