Cifras
Teardrops

Tom: D

Introdução:

 Dm 
We hurt ourselves for fun
 Bb 
Force-feed our fear until our hearts go numb
 Dm                                                         Bb 
Addicted to a lonely kind of love
 Bb 
What I wanna know
                                       Bb 
Is how we got this stressed out, paranoid
 C 
Everything is going dark
 Bb                                                           G 
Nothing makes me sadder than my head
                                           D             F                             Bb 
I'm running outta teardrops, let it hurt till it stops
 G                             D                 F                         Bb           G 
I can't keep my grip, I'm slipping away from me
 D               C                         G                                                         D 
Oh, God, everything is so fucked, but I can't feel a thing
         F                       Bb           C 
The emptiness is heavier than you think
 Dm 
I'm tripping on the edge
 Bb 
High as a kite, I'm never coming down
 Dm                                                                                 Bb 
And if you hear me, guess you know how it feels
 Bb 
To be alone
                                       Bb 
Is how we got this stressed out, paranoid
 C 
Everything is going dark
 Bb                                                           G 
Nothing makes me sadder than my head
                                             D             F                             Bb 
I'm running outta teardrops, let it hurt till it stops
 G                             D                 F                         Bb           G 
I can't keep my grip, I'm slipping away from me
 D               C                         G                                                         D 
Oh, God, everything is so fucked, but I can't feel a thing
         F                       Bb           C 
The emptiness is heavier than you think
 D 
Suicidal, violent tragic state of mind
 D 
Lost my halo, now I'm my own anti-Christ
 D 
Suicidal, violent, tragic state of mind
 D 
Lost my halo, now I'm my own anti-Christ
                                             D             F                             Bb 
I'm running outta teardrops, let it hurt till it stops
                                 D                 F                         Bb           C 
I can't keep my grip, I'm slipping away from me
 D               F                         Bb                           G                         D 
Oh, God, everything is so fucked, but I can't feel a thing
         F                       Bb           C 
The emptiness is heavier than you think
                                             D             F                             Bb 
I'm running outta teardrops, let it hurt till it stops
 G                             D                 F                         Bb           G 
I can't keep my grip, I'm slipping away from me
 D               C                         G                                                         D 
Oh, God, everything is so fucked, but I can't feel a thing
         F                       Bb           C 
The emptiness is heavier than you think
 D               F   Bb   G 
Teardrops
 D               F   Bb   G 
Teardrops
                                     D                 F   Bb   G 
I'm running outta teardrops
 D 
The emptiness is heavier than you think