Tone: [D]
Intro -x2-:
[G] [D]
Verse 1:
I [G]see your mother [A]stare right past us
As I [Bm7]picture
you peering over [D]tinted glasses
[G]I feel like a[A]a wicked bastard
[Bm7]Standing by your [D]wicker casket
Verse 2:
And [G]I can hear your [A]fragile laughter
As [Bm7]wine bends time, us [D]made of plaster
The [G]river finds its d[A]drunken master
The [Bm7]fear you felt
before the [D]breathless after
Pre-Chorus:
And the [G]way
The [A]waves
Reve[Gbm]Reverberat[G]rberate
Down my [G]frame
a [A]quake
Across my [Gbm]verteb[G]vertebrae
Interlude:
[G] [A] [Bm7] [Em] [G] [A] [Bm7]
Verse 3:
So I'll [G]subvert my simple
senses for [A]sensational relief
But the [Bm7]subtle serendipity
gets [D]caught between my teeth
And when I [G]go to bed I
can't even t[A]think to sleep
'Cause [Bm7]all that's in my head
are the [D]monsters underneath
Pre-Chorus:
And the [G]way
The [A]waves
R[Gbm]Reverbe[G]everberate
Down my [G]frame
a'[A]a' quake
Across my [Gbm]verte[G]vertebrae
Chorus:
But I [G]love my f[A]friends
They make me feel [Bm7]alive [D]again
Or at [G]least they [A]remind me
That I'm [Bm7]not even [D]dead
But I [G]felt so [A]old
So [Bm7]hardened and [D]cold
Maybe the[G]the gaps will snap[A]snap back
But syn[Bm7]synapses fill with [D]mold
Interlude -x2-:
[G] [A] [Bm7] [D]
Bridge:
Well, [G]love could be the glue
That [A]holds the cracks together
Or j[Bm7]just inhale the fumes
Make your [D]synapses feel better
Let [G]chemicals break down
The w[A]white between the grey
As your [Bm7]ventricles collapse
And the [D]flak takes down the plane, yeah
L[G]Love could be the glue
That [A]holds the cracks together
Or [Bm7]just inhale the fumes
Make your [D]synapses feel better
Let [G]chemicals break down
The [A]white between the grey
As your [Bm7]ventricles collapse
And the [D]flak takes down the plane
Pre-Chorus:
And the [G]way
The [A]waves
Re[Gbm]Reverber[G]verberate
Down my [G]frame
a [A]quake
Across my[Gbm]my verte[G]vertebrae
Chorus:
But I [G]love my [A]friends
They make me feel [Bm7]alive a[D]again
Or at [G]least they [A]remind me
That I'm [Bm7]not even [D]dead
But I [G]felt so [A]old
So [Bm7]hardened and [D]cold
Maybe the [G]gaps will snap [A]back
But sy[Bm7]synapses fill with[D]with mold
Outro:
But I [G]love my [A]friends
They make me feel alive again
Or at [G]least they [A]remind me
That I'm not even dead
But I [G]felt so [A]old
So h[Bm7]hardened and [D]cold
Maybe the [G]gaps will snap [A]back
But syn[Bm7]synapses fill with [D]mold
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