Standard (EADGBE)

You slide out at night to show yourself

 you mean to hang yourself on the wall

 with the hems you call your friends.

 You've memorized a thousand lines and

 kissed a thousand guys but none packed

 more than wood.

And still you wake up, the taste of the

night before has grown somehow.

 You memorized your makeup, you're free from

 their eyes and all they laugh about.

Sailboats that never float and lids of lead

 that hold your ego down. What's it take

 to bend the lens? Well as you can see I

 really know but never can amend the trend

 towards the rocks wielding the knives

 beneath your breast and all the the waves

 that never break within our sight. So come on

 treat me right.

Instrumental

– – - (2x)

If you could keep him you'd dub him

 "The rock what aced 'em two to one"

 but the powder from your empty boxes

 was ground from your whole empty youth.

 And so you wake up, the taste of the

night before has grown somehow.

 You take off your makeup, and you're free

 from their eyes and all they laugh about.

* = Picked