Tono: G
Introducción:
G D
Weak knees, fuck your sympathy.
A G(hammer
I'll be my own best friend.
G D
She prays as the radio plays
A G(hammer
"I See A Bad Moon Rising.." again.
G D
Foretold, she lives on hold.
A G
What is she trying to save me from?
G D
Blindspot in the adjacent lot,
A G
waiting for my time to come.
D A G
I won't wait in this line.
D A G
I've got nothing left in me.
D A G
My weight on your shifting spine.
D A G
I fuck up and you fabricate me.
G D
Gray days on paper plates,
A G(hammer)
our vibrations collide.
G D
Arcane, sister's a saint.
A G(hammer)
She sets herself aside.
G D
Pitfall, publish, appall,
A G(hammer)
I fall down right in the street.
G D
You blow smoke, you sugarcoat,
A G
then you take a front row seat.
D A G
And I think I've had enough.
D A G
I'm not listening to it.
D A G
Lay all of your cards on the table.
D A G
I know that you'd take every bit.
D A G
I won't wait in this line.
D A G
Sooner or later it goes awry.
D A G
And you live your life like a chore
D A G D
and I'm not listening anymore.