DmBb
We take sour sips from life's lush lips,
DmBb
And we shake, shake, shake, the hips in relationships,
DmBb
Stop by this disaster town,
GBb
You'll put your eyes to the sun and say:
CDmBbGBbC
"I know you're only blinding to keep back what the clouds are hiding
BbADmF
And we might have started singing just a little soon
BbADmFE
We're throwing stones at a glass moon
Chorus:
DmFBbGBb
Woah, we're so miserable and stunning,
DmFBbA
Woah, far from the genuinely cunning, woah
DmBb
We keep the beat with your blistered feet,
DmBb
We bullet the words at the mockingbirds singing,
DmBb
Slept through the weekend and dreaming,
GBbC
Of sinking with the melody of the kiss of eternity
DmBbGBb
Got postcards from my former self saying "How you been?"
BbADmF
We might have said goodbyes just a little soon (Stomp out this disaster town)
BbADmFE
Robbing lips and kissing banks under this moon
Chorus x2
Dm
It was ice cream headaches and sweet avalanche,
When the pearls in our shells came out to dance,
You call me a bad tipper of the cradle,
Tired yawns for fawns on hunter’s lawns
DmF
We’re the has-beens of husbands,
GBbA
Sharpening the knives of young wives,
DmF
Take two years and call me when you're better,
GBbA
Take tears of mine, find yourself wetter
This arrangement for the song is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the song. You may only use this for private study, scholarship, or research.