Tom: C
|| C | G | Am G | F ||
F Em F
This house is full of ears but I can't talk to anyone
Em
They've heard this one a thousand times
F Em
Most exciting thing I do
F
Hang half way out a third floor window,
Em
Maybe throw lit cigarettes down
C
And maybe I'll catch fire,
G
Something warm to hold me,
Am G
Something pure to burn away the darkness
F C
That hides inside my mind
Em
All that evil shit's not hard to find
F G
I guess I only claim to be nice
This house is full of eyes but I can't look at anyone
They've seen this face a thousand times
Most relaxing thing I do
Hang half way out a third floor window,
And look at rocks if I fall out,
And maybe I'll fall hard,
Something tough to break me,
Something sharp to rip into my insides
And bleed out all that pain
Sorry I don't even know your name
I guess for me it's easy this way
|| Am Em | F G ||
|| Am Em | F G ||
|| G | G ||
