Misery

[Intro: ]D 

        D 
You mix fire with fire you'll get ashes with ashes 
Am7 
People with nice homes shouldn’t play with matches 
        Em 
They’ll burn it right down, tear their hearts right up 
        A 
And all that’s left in the middle, are some smoky lungs 

          D 
But I can see it in your eyes, you might want to ruin me 
     Am7 
I’m okay with that boy, I got gambler in my jeans 
  Em 
I got my fingers crossed, I grew up on the deadend street 
    A 
I’m use to driving right into my misery 

Em - A 
Misery
 
Misery 

        D 
And the heart won't be wrong with you right by my side. 
  Am7 
I clench my fingers, plant my feet, hold my chair real tight 
    Em 
Waiting for those pretty teeth to pulse now back and release 
A (single strum) 
Drop the bomb in my life 
  D 
I save my tears for my tomorrow, slide my sins to the side 
      Am7 
Place my heart on the table, you can accept or decline 
     Em 
I’ve got everything to lose, my reckless appetite 
A 
will be the death of me 

Interlude: D - Am7 - Em - A 

Em - A 
In my Misery 
Misery 

        D 
You mix fire with fire you'll get ashes with ashes 
Am7 
People with nice homes shouldn’t play with matches 
        Em 
They’ll burn it right down, tear their hearts right up 
        A 
And all that’s left in the middle, are some smoky lungs