Verse 1
       G 
We all sit on the curb and we stare at the rain 
       Em 
In our boots, the cars, the clouds, the sky 
      G 
While Ishmael wraps himself in his sheet again 
      Em 
He'll clench his fists and close his eyes 
             G 
I don't know how many times I can loan him my cigarettes 
     Em                        C 
When I don't even know if he's alive 
   Cm       G 
Do prophets lie? 
            C         Cm   G 
It makes me feel less horrified 
 
(Riff 2) x8 or just play G Em 
 
Verse 2
       G 
And my closet's filled with all these endless accoutrements 
      Em 
These shoes, these scarves, these shirts, these ties 
          G 
And these things I say to make myself feel good again 
      Em 
"I'll speak, I'll write, I'll laugh, I'll lie" 
        G 
I can't bear to sit here and drink myself sick again 
 Em 
Another night 
                  C        Cm     G 
When everything I know was just a lie 
                 C               Cm      G 
And I don't even know where I'll sleep tonight 
 
(Riff 2) x8 or just play G Em 
(Riff 1) x2 
(Riff 3) 
 
Chorus
      G 
I got nothing to do but stare at these walls 
              Em 
And take some time to screw my head on right 
       G 
We all ended up alone, wasted here in Silver Lake 
      Em 
We'll work, we'll think, we'll change, we'll try 
        G 
I can't make any sense of this or you or anything 
    Em                              C 
I'm wide awake, and all our parents lied 
     Cm      G                         C 
It's not all right, when all our words collide 
 Cm       G 
Awake all night