Tom: B
B
C#2
Walking away.
F#6
It's not the same as running.
C#6
B
C#2
F#6
C#6
Riff
Is it to you know that you've run in this ground.
B
C#2
And you say take this.
F#6
C#6
B
This medicine is just what you deserve.
C#6
F#6
Swallow, choke, and die.
F#
And this bitter pill is leaving you
C#sus/F#
D#m
One that's void of all discretion
C#7
such an awful tearing sound.
F#
With it's measure only equal by the power of my stare
G#m7
C#7
glaring over you and over you this feeling of despair
G#m7
C#7
F#6
is never wearing out.
B
C#2
It's wearing off
F#6
C#6
B
and it's leaving you with such a heavy heart
C#2
F#6
C#6
and a head to match.
B
C#2
The bottle is waiting
F#
C#6
B
the cap is twisted begging to be used
C#2
F#6
and so are you.
Chorus