| B | |
| Where the world g | ets older. And |
| A | B | A | |
| I | hear their lies blowing through m | y teeth. And at my back I ca | n |
| B | |
| Feel you b | reathe. |
| Verse 2: E B E |
| Talk is cheap, like when money talks, and you sound too much like |
| B | |
| you've seen it all | . |
| A | B | A | |
| And I | fall down drunk with my eyes so tired | on my clean, white |
| B | |
| sheets. And my eyes go blind. |
| Chorus: E B |
| And I have to be you. |
| E | B | |
| And I have to | be you. |
| A | B | |
| There for no one | , there for change, |
| A | B | |
| No good reason, | no one cares. Half a li | fe. |
| Break: E - B (X2) - A - B (X2) |
| Verse 1 |
| Chorus |
| Outro: E - B (X2) - A - B (X2) |