[Primeira Parte]

G
  Tell me if I were to smile now
Bm                                         C
  In the dead of the dark, would it even exist
                          Cm                              G
Or is it hard to tell you treat me like a cheap motel sometimes?

But nevertheless I was prepared to die
Bm
For that thing in your chest, fuck your money
  C                                Cm
I fantasize about those nights you held me down
                        Em    B
And sewed your lips to mine

[Refrão]

      G                 C
Now I miss that pain sometimes
        Em           D
In this so-called life
           C                Cm                 G
There were shortcuts into heaven through your eyes

[Segunda Parte]

G
  We emptied our wrists on the dotted line
Bm
  Now I stay on my side of the city
    C
A refugee, no MTV
   Cm                 Em    B
Oh well thank God for THC

[Refrão]

      G                 C
Now I miss that pain sometimes
        Em           D
In this so-called life
           C                Cm                 G
There were shortcuts into heaven through your eyes

[Ponte]

G                      Bm
Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da
                       C
Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da
                       Cm
Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da

[Refrão]

  Em     B
Now I
      G                 C
Now I miss that pain sometimes
        Em           D
In this so-called life
           C                Cm                 G
There were shortcuts into heaven through your eyes

[Final]

G
  Am I the taste that you watered down?
Bm
  Or am I the dust in your candy?
     C
You wash me off then spit me out
     Cm
Once I lost the taste inside your mouth