Tom: A
Introdução: A C#m D F#5 D A E
A C#m
We stumble and stare at the carnival lights
D F#5
That lit up New York City,
D A
From the rooftop in Brooklyn
E A
That was covered in bad graffiti.
C#m
And then I let a thousand splinters
D F#5
Pierce right through my spoiled liver,
D A
Whatever that was left of it.
A C#m
'Cuz I cursed my lonely memory
D F#5
With picture-perfect imagery.
D
Maybe I'm not dying
A E
I'm just living in decaying cities,
A C#m
But I'm still healthy, I'm still fine,
D F#5- D A E
I'll be spending all my time readin' the obituaries.
A
But I will fuck this up,
I fucking know it.
D
I will fuck this up,
I fucking know it.
A
I will fuck this up,
I fucking know it.
D
I will fuck this up,
I fucking know it.
D A E F#5
Cause I was the shadow of the waxwing slain
D A E F#5
I felt the false azure from windowpanes
D A E F#5
I am just freaking out, yeah I'll be fine.
A
But I will fuck this up,
I fucking know it.
D
I will fuck this up,
I fucking know it.
A
I will fuck this up,
I fucking know it.
D
I will fuck this up,
I fucking know it.