♫ Intro: G D G D ♫ Verse 1: G D Every day it's Friday night G D I hold my body like a butcher knife G D Smiling for the camera eyes closed G D G Doing anything you ask I suppose D You tell me you would die to breathe me in G D I know there's no excuse for oxygen G D So I will make your bed my graveyard G D A/C# But the world went through my soft parts
♫ Chorus: A DM7 And I live at this faultline F#m Between the edge of solitude and hope A DM7 I'm shaking at the sentimental trope F#m And though the stars apologize for night A DM7 I don't blame them I've wanted to sometimes F#m I don't know what to tell you where I've been A DM7 My body is just a landscape for your sin F#m And all the days regret the city lights A DM7 I know it's just the fault of the faultline ♫ Verse 2: G D Every week keeps slipping by G D In this imitation paradise G D The angels make me sorry when I err G D From the way they want me everywhere G D G Can't you see I'm sinking through the rear end D Wish you could reimburse my oxygen G D I gave you everything and then some more G D A/C# A Left you with nothing to be looking for ♫ Chorus: A DM7 Will I die at this faultline? F#m Between the edge of entropy and woe A DM7 I wanted everything so much it grows F#m Until I can't manage this appetite A DM7 I left you so traumatically that I F#m Can barely lift the world you left for me A DM7 There's lots of ghosts I somehow still can see F#m Holding on to me for our dear life A DM7 All these bodies always touching mine ♫ Outro: F#m A DM7 F#m A DM7