Standard (EADGBE)

: 133211 or XX3211

G: 320020 (dim)

Verse

The time has come for colds and overcoats.

 We're quiet on the ride,

 we're all just waiting to get home.

Another week away, my greatest fear.

 I need the smell of summer,

 I need its noises in my ears.

If looks could really kill,

then my profession would staring.

Please know we do this cause we care

and not for the thrill.

Collect calls to home

to tell them that I realize

that everyone who lives will someday die

and die alone.

Chorus

And we won't let you in.

 Though we're down and out.

 We won't let you in.

You win. You win. You win.

Verse

like the first)

I wrote more postcards than hooks.

I read more maps than books.

Feel like every chance to leave

is another chance I should have took.

Every minute is a mile.

I've never felt so hollow.

I'm an old abandoned church with broken pews

and empty aisles.

My secrets for a buck.

Watch me as I cut myself wide open

on this stage. Yes, I am paid

to spill my guts. I won't see home till spring. Oh, I would kill for the Atlantic,

but I am paid to make girls panic

while I sing.

And the coastline is quiet.

 While we're quietly losing control.

Yes, we're silent but sure

 we inventened the cure

that will wash out my memories of her.

"The harpoon is loaded. The cage is lowered.

The water is red."

 Like you.

Thats it bitches