[Primeira Parte]
G
Tell me if I were to smile now
Bm C
In the dead of the dark, would it even exist
Cm G
Or is it hard to tell you treat me like a cheap motel sometimes?
But nevertheless I was prepared to die
Bm
For that thing in your chest, fuck your money
C Cm
I fantasize about those nights you held me down
Em B
And sewed your lips to mine
[Refrão]
G C
Now I miss that pain sometimes
Em D
In this so-called life
C Cm G
There were shortcuts into heaven through your eyes
[Segunda Parte]
G
We emptied our wrists on the dotted line
Bm
Now I stay on my side of the city
C
A refugee, no MTV
Cm Em B
Oh well thank God for THC
[Refrão]
G C
Now I miss that pain sometimes
Em D
In this so-called life
C Cm G
There were shortcuts into heaven through your eyes
[Ponte]
G Bm
Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da
C
Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da
Cm
Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da
[Refrão]
Em B
Now I
G C
Now I miss that pain sometimes
Em D
In this so-called life
C Cm G
There were shortcuts into heaven through your eyes
[Final]
G
Am I the taste that you watered down?
Bm
Or am I the dust in your candy?
C
You wash me off then spit me out
Cm
Once I lost the taste inside your mouth
