E D A E D A [Verse 1] E D A Sometimes my head gets so crazy from all this contemplating E D A So different from the mistakes I've been making and tragedies we're facing... [Pre-Chorus 1] D A E B So tell me can money buy your point of view? D A E B Even trophy boys and girls sing the blues [Chorus 1] A E B The things that you're haunted by; you're in so high Inside your candy-coated life A E B When perfect isn't making sense, When perfect makes you sick! [fill] E D A E D A [Verse 2] E D A I'm so tired with my hands always shaking And I've been concentrating E D A On how my seconds I can go without breathing Or days i can go without feeling [Pre-Chorus 2] D A E B So tell me again, how your parents fucked you up! D A E B With traditions from the bluest blood! [Chorus 2] A E B The things that you're haunted by; you're in so high Inside your candy-coated life A E B When perfect isn't making sense When perfect's making you feel sick A E B Your life is in a constant panic Perfect package turning tragic A E B C C# Seems to make a perfect fit Of how empty your perfect life has been [Bridge] C# A B C# A B [Verse 3] E D A I'm so tired with my hands always shaking And I've been concentrating E D A So different from the mistakes I've been making and tragedies we're facing... [Pre-Chorus 3] D A E B So tell me can money buy your point of view? D A E B Even trophy boys and girls sing the blues [Chorus 3] A E B The things that you're haunted by; you're in so high Inside your candy-coated life A E B When perfect isn't making sense When perfect's making you feel sick A E B Your life is in a constant panic Perfect package turning tragic A E B E Seems to make a perfect fit Of how empty your perfect life has been