| G# | C/E | Fm | Cm | Bbm | C# | |
| If the | world did | end, would you | be my apocalyptic | friend? Until tom | orrow then. |
| If the sky did fall, would you pick up my last call? Until tomorrow then. |
| Navigate to the moon, flee the planet this afternoon. Until tomorrow then. |
| With the waves risin' high, we'd be the first most likely to die. Until tomorrow then. |
| Chorus: |
| G# | G# | Fm | C# | |
| I | guess it's | you I | miss, cause I just | stare at the ceiling |
| My stomach knots and twists. You've created this feeling. |
| And I may be out of style, but do you know what true love is? |
| G# | Fm | Bb/F | |
| I'll | make this all so worth | while. Let's rise a | bove this. |
| C#m | |
| Let's rise a | bove this. |
| Verse 2: |
| G# | C/E | Fm | Cm | Bbm | C# | |
| I dug a t | unnel underg | round and waited | patiently to be | found. Until tom | orrow then. |
| All my ideas make them laugh, but in the end you will see they're not so daft. |
| We'll have sorrow to spend. |
| Chorus 2: |
| G# | G# | Fm | C# | |
| I | guess it's | you I | miss, cause I just | stare at the ceiling |
| My stomach knots and twists. You've created this feeling. |
| And I may be out of style, but do you know what true love is? |
| G# | Fm | Bb/F | |
| We'll | make this all so worth | while. Let's rise a | bove this. |
| Bbm | C# | C#m | |
| Let's rise a | bove this. Let's rise a | booo | oove this. |
| Outro on verse chords. |