Woe Is Me

Cm
Out in the everglades
G#M                          D#M
Sleeping in with the poor is a fortune for the brave,
A#m          Cm
I can easily say that we will never change
G#M                 D#M                  A#m
But be implacable and never lose your flames.

Cm                                              G#M
Wouldn't you say that the world has spit on you enough.
D#M                 A#m
Unanswered prayers, sleeping under streetlights
Cm                                             G#M     D#M            A#m
And I don't understand the danger of talking them up,  Talking them up
Cm
Every night,
            G#M
You salvage every skyline,
D#M                                  A#m       Cm
Only enough so that you might have the chance to feel fine.
             G#M             D#M
Nooooooooaaahhhoooooooo.
    A#m                Cm
The chance to feel fine.