Dm A#
I learned to fly
F
So you,
A Dm
You ran to find a gun
A#
To shoot me down
F
Before
A
I got too high.
Dm A#
'Cause you could not stand
F A Dm
To stand alone in the long line
A# F
For your wild ride - it requires
A A#
Two lost souls per seat
Gm A
At least five foot five
Chorus:
F A
And I don't wanna go
Dm
for a ride
A# F
Down to Miseryland
A
Trapped with you
Dm
By my side
A# A
Down in Miseryland
Dm A# F
Up in the air you wave
A Dm
Two tickets for my
A#
utter amusement
F
You possess
A A#
an express pass to unhappiness
Gm A
that makes you feel alive
F A Dm
And I don't have a place anymore
A# F
Down in Miseryland
A Dm
Trapped with you forever more
A# F
Is not what I have planned
A
So take a seat
Dm
By yourself
A# A
And wait to fall a hundred stories
A# Dm
Better hold on tight
A# Dm
Hands inside the ride
A# A
And don't for get to breathe
F A
And I don't wanna go
Dm
for a ride
A# F
Down to Miseryland
A
Trapped with you
Dm
By my side
A# F
Down in misery
A Dm
have a place anymore
A#
Down in misery
A
Down in Miseryland
Dm A#
I learned to fly
F A A# F
But you are still shooting ... the sky
A Em(end)
Still shooting ...