Am G F
[Verse]
Am G F
There's nothing I can do, I guess, to feel less
Am G F
Over the weather, feet together, stuck in the mess
Am G F
Maybe she's blue, I guess, but if she left
Am G F
Would there be anything here? Just a dripping sphere, a lonely speck
[Pre Chorus]
F Fm Em Am G
Oh no, no, if you keep on striking matches one day
F G
The splinters in your fingers will turn around and say
[Chorus]
C E Am F
Oh you're terrible people and now you've got no corners left to turn
G
No matches left to burn
C E Am F
Sweet, sweet, terrible people, you said that when you burned out of your brain
G
The music was to blame
[Instrumental]
Am G F
[Verse]
Am G F
I'm mad at the world today cause she didn't say
Am G F
stop or go or leave me alone I'm not in the mood
[Pre Chorus]
F Fm Fm Am G
Oh no, no, if you keep on striking matches one day
F G
The splinters in your fingers will turn around and say
[Chorus]
C E Am F
Oh you're terrible people and now you've got no corners left to turn
G
No matches left to burn
C E Am F
Sweet, sweet, terrible people, you said that when you burned out of your brain
G
The music was to blame
[Bridge]
F Fm Em Am
Oh no, no, if you keep on marching tragic
G F
International shame
G
The stupid were to blame
[Pre Chorus]
F Fm Em Am G
Oh no, no, if you keep on striking matches one day
F G
The splinters in your fingers will turn around and say
[Chorus]
C E Am F
Oh you're terrible people and now you've got no corners left to turn
G
No matches left to burn
C E Am F
Sweet, sweet, terrible people, I'm saying that when the world gets turned to dust
G
The music's gonna stop
