F Em
stretching out cheap cotton over your thick skull
C G
oh i do feel awful on my way to school
F Em
can you picture my reaction to the word op on the wall
C G
is there really something wrong with me
F Em
stretching out cheap cotton over your thick skull
C G
im down here under the pavement so unept until
F Em
you grab that pen beside you jam it into your eye
C G
see now youre my kinda man yeah youre a standup kinda guy
F Em
i am dying of embarassment i'm dying of this hatred
C G
i can't rest until you know this bitterness that i have tasted
F Em
such humiliation from the first and only time
C
i'm obsessed with your self righteousness
G
cut in half by your smile
F Em
into the night, youre getting harder to believe in
C G
youre the cold and quiet paradise transfixed by your breathing
F Em
into the night, youre the one thing i don't hate
C G
youre the cold and quiet paradise my only true escape
F Em CG(yºu
into the night (wha-oh's)