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