F                     Gm            Bb
Waste of a face never yours for the keeping
F                   Bb
Slapped across your head
F              Gm          Bb
Then with what little time remained
F          Bb
Set out to forget it

F                  Gm              Bb
Yonder would break days plump with thunder
F                   Bb
Of new and glorious morn
F
Hours would spill
Gm      Bb
Souring still
F           Bb
Despite our adornments for them

Dm          C
All in good time
    Bb               F
You break before the light
Dm           C
So soaked in wine
   Bb                 F
It dries your will to fight
    Dm   C      Bb    F
But everyday is never enough
Dm           C      Bb            F
Sucks tucked in the folds of your guts
Dm       C        Bb            F
Contents of which blaze in your eyes
Dm         C             Bb
Jesus, I'm drunk on this spirit tonight

F           Bb
If only the good ones die young
Dm            Bb
I'd pray your corruption comes
F            Bb
swift like a thief in the night
Dm                 Bb
Right I'd pluck my right eye right out

F           Bb
If only the good ones die young
Dm            Bb
I'd pray your corruption comes
F            Bb
Swift like a thief in the night
Dm                 Bb
Right I'd pluck my right eye right out

F
Yanked from your slumber
     Gm      Bb
What ominous portent
F               Bb
Dangles in your face?
F                 Gm         Bb
Rife with sprites falling on knives
F               Bb
Crowd into your gaze
F                         Gm      Bb
Well sight is a sense and in your defense
    F             Bb
One I might liken to
F                       Gm             Bb
The manner in which you touch what you clutch
F                                Bb
Or the way that the wind touches you

F           Bb
If only the good ones die young
Dm            Bb
I'd pray your corruption comes
F            Bb
Swift like a thief in the night
Dm                 Bb
Right I'd pluck my right eye right out

F           Bb
If only the young ones die good
Dm            Bb
I'd pray your corruption would
F           Bb
Slip like a slit in the wrist
Dm                Bb
Hack the hands, redeem the rest