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