December Ruined Everything
The Murderburgers
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E F [Verse]C I haven't felt this low in a long timeAm I haven't seen sunlight for 5 daysG And now the inside of my mouth's a mess Just like the inside of my headF I know I shouldn't have dropped by tonight But I just didn't know who else IC could talk toAm And December never seems to listenBm C When I kindly ask for it to leaveAm All of this uncertainty and these unfinished bus ridesF G Are breaking me like you wouldn'tC believe [Chorus]G So I just sit here grinding my teethContinues after the adF C And think about that beautiful smile that's stuck in my head, IG know she doesn't existC All she ever seems to want to do isF talk to me at great length about our dead parentsAm So I get up, get out and start walkingF And try to think of ways to makeC winter goAm And as I slipped and fell on blackF ice, I felt no urgency to get backAm upDm Sometimes it just doesn't pay toAm G F get uh-uh-upG Just like most morningsC Lay awake and think about the past A stairwell full of dirty needles and broken glassF Nights spent on cold wooden floorsAm scratching scabiesF 7 years on, fingers still crossed,G F# F G hoping that maybe [Bridge]C Someday I'll sober up, and I won't be a jokeAm And I'll stop smoking half your cigarette before realizing I don't smokeEm And I'll stop giving in to vices when I feel like life's a lost causeF And I'll stop going to bed with a splitting headache then waking up with a sore jawC And I'll appreciate the small amount of time that you decided to spend with meAm Instead of learning to hate you so that I can get this over with quicklyEm And I'll stop checking for bad news about planes flying out of ScotlandF In case they've crashed into the ocean with my family members on them [Other]C But until that day, I know I'llG always beF Your pair of broken headphones onF/E F C your loneliest ride homeG And you'll always be that songF about a fresh start For which I can't seem to write theC ending