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Intro 

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G          Am 
She says I have to hit rock bottom, I have to hit my head 
  F 
I have to kill the part of me that wishes I was dead 
  C 
A collection of pill bottles, fill up her glovebox, 
       G 
Shell tell ya man those things, will rock your fucking socks 
Am 
Cruising through the alley she has nothing left to see, 
F 
Everything she wants, right on her tv 
C 
So she stays in bed, lives alone in her head 
G 
Filling up her mind with this existential dread 
 

 
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   Am 
She says I have a semicolon, tattooed on my wrist, 
  F 
I look at it at nights, when I wanna slit it 
  C 
A growing pain in her heart, feeds into her head 
G 
Now shes off to waste away all alone in bed 
   Am 
She lights up twice a day in the morning and the night, 
   F 
She says this makes me feel almost alright 
    C 
The scars in her mind wont go away with time 
    G 
You really think shed live a 9-5 life? 
 

Outro 

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