Chords Used
C# Ab Bb C Ebm Fm* F# Fm F#* Ab*
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B--9----4-------8----7-----9--------------11---13-----|
G--10---5-------9----8-----10----3---1----11---13-----|
D--11---6---8---10---8-----10----4---3----11---13-----|
A--11---6---8---10---6-----8-----4---3----9----11-----|
E--9----4---6---8----------------2---1----------------|
INTRO
riff on C#
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B-------------9-------|
G----------10---------|
D-------11------------|
A----11---------------|
E-9-------------------|
There's a space in my mind
Big bookshelves hold the space of an idiots dreams
Songs I'd never sing
F#m*
Humming sweet summer guitar melodies
And I cry for them all the girls and the boys
I'll never meet
Boo Hoo Boo Hoo
And I try to bleed
But the hairs on my arms stand up with me
This reverie
C# Ebm Fm* Ab* F#* C#
Happens to be
Steeped misery
C# Ebm Fm Ab* F#* C#
Don't sing this one with me
C# - Ab* - C# - Ab* - C# - Ebm - F#m* - C#
C# Ab*
Tell the night I'm not sleeping
I'll be tired when I'm dead
Get me up, roll me over
C# F#m*
I'm feeling upset.
I start feeling the sunlight
C# F#m*
on my legs, on my face
Get me up, roll me over.
I'm feeling okay.
There's a place in my mind's bookshelf for the song I'll never sing.
It goes "ooh, ooh"
& I try not to bleed & the hairs on my arm stand up with me.
This reverie
C# Ebm Fm* Ab* F#* C#
Happens to be
Steeped misery
C# Ebm Fm Ab* F#* C#
Don't sing this one with me
C# Ab*
Tell the night I'm not sleeping
I'll be tired when I'm dead
Get me up, roll me over
I'm feeling upset.
I start feeling the sunlight
on my legs, on my face
Get me up, roll me over.
I'm feeling okay.
There's a space in my mind's bookshelf for the song I never sing
It goes "ooh ooh"
It cut my vocal chords with a razor blade while I tried to scream
to you you you.
F#* Fm*
I can feel it on the inside. Makes me itch and twitch
through & through.
F#* Fm*
Double barrel shotgun through my chest this afternoon.
For you & you & you & you & you
There's a space in my minds big bookshelves hold the space of an idiots dream