F         G
I'm taking my aim
     F           G
From this window pane
        F           Em       C
And I'm turning the gun on myself


[Verse 2]
    C          Gaug
The Upper West Side
      C           Gaug
Is supposed to be quiet
        C           G7          C     Gaug
It's supposed to be wealthy and dull
   C        Gaug
So how to explain
     C          Gaug
This thundering pain
       C           G7             C      Gaug
That's pushing its way through my skull


[Chorus]
    F        G
I'm taking a leave
      F           G
Of my senses, you see
        F           Em       C
And I'm turning the gun on myself


[Verse 3]
C           Gaug
New York is loud
     C           Gaug
It's wonderfully loud
  C             G7       C     Gaug
I wouldn't live anywhere else
    C         Gaug
But I need my rest
   C        Gaug
To be at my best
 C            G7       C     Gaug
Away from the high decibels


[Chorus]
    F         G
I'm losing my will
    F           G
I'm shooting to kill
        F           Em       C
And I'm turning the gun on myself
    F         G
I'm losing my will
        F           G
And I'm shooting to kill
        F           Em       C
And I'm turning the gun on myself