| F#m | D | |
| The problem I have with the soul | contraption |
| A | E | Bm | |
| Swallowed up slo | wly like a bad r | eaction |
| F#m | D | |
| All around what you do and say |
| A | E | Bm | |
| Well the symptom | falls further a | way |
| F#m | D | |
| You live in silence but you can' | t describe it |
| A | E | Bm | |
| So what's the po | int of talking a | t all? |
| F#m | D | |
| The store bought injury.. the fa | mily cane |
| A | E | Bm | |
| Just another boy | bad at the game |
| F#m | D | A | E | |
| This is when you need a | friend to keep you moving around |
| Bm |
| F#m | D | |
| 'Cause all your thinking has mad | e you slow |
| A | E | Bm | |
| You might be sto | pping out.. you | know |
| A | F#m | |
| Frustrated fireworks | inside your head |
| F#m | D | |
| There's a lit fuse smoking.. you | caught instead |
| A | F#m | |
| What you're dealing.. | but it's just a start |
| F#m | D | |
| Was a time since your problem wa | s a poison dart |
| A | F#m | |
| And you act like a co | wboy.. whatever's in my hat |
| F#m | D | |
| I'm a hardboiled hero and I'm no | t so bad |
| A | F#m | |
| But I didn't know whe | n to run from this |
| F#m | D | |
| A proud fan is gonna see you sha | tter |
| A | E | Bm | |
| I know that ther | e really isn't a | nything the matter |
| F#m | D | |
| Nothing is gonna be crying words | .. |
| A | E | Bm | |
| They only want t | heir voice to be | heard |
| F#m | D | |
| They use it sometimes to show th | at they're around |
| A | E | Bm | |
| Or they build yo | u up a theory li | ke the walls of a town |
| F#m | D | |
| A tired and ancient ruler right | now.. |
| A | E | Bm | |
| The neighborhood | slaves are hard | ly skilled |
| A | F#m | |
| Open your parachute a | nd drop your weight |
| F#m | D | |
| Float on down to the center and | investigate |
| A | F#m | |
| I did my self require | ment |
| F#m | D | |
| Better cop out hard or I'll leav | e right now |
| A | F#m | |
| 'Cause this feeling o | f loving I felt it in my chest |
| F#m | D | |
| Like the nighttime footsteps of | an unknown guest |
| A | F#m | |
| I know it wasn't me.. | I wasn't moving.. |
| F#m | D | |
| I felt thunder.. the rain was po | uring |
| A | E | Bm | |
| I know it must b | e something wron | g all this is restoring |
| F#m | D | |
| You don't have to live in a life | 's mistake |
| A | E | A | |
| Stay in the cent | er and wait |
| A | E | A | |
| Stay in the cent | er and wait |
| A | E | Bm | |
| Stay in the cent | er and wait. |