F#m

[Verse]
F#m                                A     E
Easter Sunday and she's dressed in black
F#m                             A       E
Pez machine in hand, riding a BMX
F#m                                             A                       B E
Running barefoot through the graveyard, drawing pentagrams on tombstones
E                                      F#m  A
Her bloodbath visions are for him, not me

[Chorus]
    F#m                A
And I'm just living in your house
            B
Sleeping in your bed
         C#                      D
It was a nice dream, but it was a naive fucking fantasy

[Verse]
F#m

F#m                         A     E
2000 pricks stabbed into my back
               F#m                               A      E
Well there are certain words I won't ever believe again
        F#m                           A                      B  E
Is that all it means to you? A little push and a little screw?
E                                         F#m               A
Smoke it down to the last match, there's nothing here worth left to say

[Chorus]
    F#m                A
And I'm just living in your house
            B
Sleeping in your bed
         C#                       D
It was a nice dream, but it was a naive fucking fantasy
F#m                A
I'm just living in your house
            B 
Sleeping in your bed
         C#                       D
It was a nice dream, but it was a naive fucking fantasy

[Bridge]
A E F#m
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A E F#m
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A E F#m
F#m A F#m

[Verse]
Dear succubus, I miss you more than the rest
              F#m                                A         E
But there's a little bit less divide each time I look back
          F#m                      A          B E   
In the eves of your attic, I know how to haunt
E                                 F#m             A  
Shallow graves for all dead rats, I like the dark clouds the best

[Chorus]
    F#m                A
And I'm just living in your house
            B
Sleeping in your bed
         C#                        D
It was a nice dream, but it was a naive fucking fantasy
F#m                 A
I'm just living in your house
            B 
Sleeping in your bed
         C#                       D
It was a nice dream, but it was a naive fucking fantasy

[Outro]
F#m                               A                                B
Shallow graves for all dead rats, I like the dark clouds the best
E                                 F#m                              A
Shallow graves for all dead rats, I like the dark clouds the best
F#m                               A                                B
Shallow graves for all dead rats, I like the dark clouds the best
E                                 F#m                              A
Shallow graves for all dead rats, I like the dark clouds the best
F#m                               A                               B
Shallow graves for all dead rats, I like the dark clouds the best
E                                 F#m                             A
Shallow graves for all dead rats, I like the dark clouds the best
F#m
Shallow graves, dead rats
A
Shallow graves, dead rats
E
Shallow graves, dead rats
F#m             A
I like the dark clouds the best