| Asus2 | E | B |
| I would swallow my | pride, I would choke on the | rinds |
| Asus2 |
| But the lack thereof would leave me empty in | side |
| E | F# |
| Swallow my | doubt turn it inside | out |
Find nothing but faith in nothing
| Asus2 | E |
| Want to put my tender | heart in a blender |
| F# |
| Watch it spin ‘round into a beautiful oblivion |
| Asus2 | E | F# |
| Rendez | vous, then I’m | through with you |
| B | F# |
| I burn, burn like a | wicker cabinet |
| A | G |
| Chalk white and | oh so frail |
| B | F# | E |
| I see our | time has gotten | stale |
| B | F# |
| The tick tock of the | clock is painful |
| B | F# | E |
| I want to | tear it off the | wall |
| B | F# |
| I hear words in | clips and phrases |
| A | G |
| I think sick like | ginger ale |
| B | F# | G |
| My stomach | turns and I ex | hale |
| Asus2 | E | B |
| I would swallow my | pride, I would choke on the | rinds |
| Asus2 |
| But the lack thereof would leave me empty in | side |
| E | F# |
| Swallow my | doubt turn it inside | out |
Find nothing but faith in nothing
| Asus2 | E |
| Want to put my tender | heart in a blender |
| F# |
| Watch it spin ‘round into a beautiful oblivion |
| Asus2 | E | F# |
| Rendez | vous, then I’m | through with you |
| B | F# |
| SoCal is | where my mind states |
| A | G |
| But it’s not my | state of mind |
| B | F# | E |
| I’m not as | ugly, sad as | you |
| B | F# | A | G |
| Or am I | origami? | Fold it up and | just pretend |
| B | F# | G |
| Dem | ented as the | motives in your | head |
| Asus2 | E | B |
| I would swallow my | pride, I would choke on the | rinds |
| Asus2 |
| But the lack thereof would leave me empty in | side |
| E | F# |
| Swallow my | doubt turn it inside | out |
Find nothing but faith in nothing
| Asus2 | E |
| Want to put my tender | heart in a blender |
| F# |
| Watch it spin ‘round into a beautiful oblivion |
| Asus2 | E | F# |
| Rendez | vous, then I’m | through with you |
| B | E |
| I a | lone am the one you |
| A | E |
| Don’t know you need take | heed, feed your ego |
| B | E |
| Make me | blind when your eyes close |
| A | E |
| Sink when you get close, | tie me to the bedpost |
| B | E |
| I a | lone am the one you |
| A | E |
| Don’t know you need, you do | n’t know you need me |
| B | E |
| Make me | blind when your eyes close |
| A | E |
| Tie me to the bed | post |
| B | E | A |
| I would swallow my | pride I would choke on the | rinds |
| E | B |
| But the lack there | of would leave me empty in | side |
| E | A |
| Swallow my | doubt, turn it inside | out |
| E |
| Find nothing but | faith in nothing |
| B | E |
| Want to put my tender | heart in a blender |
| A | E |
| Watch it spin ‘round to a | beautiful oblivion |
| B | E | A | E |
| Rendez | vous, then I’m | through, now I’m | through with |
| B | E | A | F# |
| Through with | you | | | |
| Asus2 | E | F# |
| Rendez | vous then I’m | through with you |
