| Em | |
| All the concrete |
| A | |
| words around here |
| D | |
| I'm the bad seed |
| Bm | |
| I think I swallowed it whole |
| Em | |
| You're the compromise |
| A | |
| that never falls through |
| D | |
| Never left behind |
| Bm | |
| wanna break down |
| Chorus 1: |
| G | F#m | |
| A thousand | promises that |
| Em | A | |
| never seemed to | help me before |
| G | F#m | |
| A hundred | less and I would |
| Em | A | |
| s | tumble till I | found the back door |
| G | F#m | |
| With nothing | left to think I'll |
| Em | A | C | |
| probably sit a | round and ig | nore |
| The apathy that always leads me |
| Verse 2: |
| Em | |
| And all the broken hearts |
| A | |
| that hang around here |
| D | |
| All the sick things that |
| Bm | |
| make you pull out your hair |
| Em | |
| All the bad dreams |
| A | |
| all the nightmares |
| D | |
| All the apathy is |
| Bm | |
| always sticking it in |
| (Repeat Chorus 1) |
| Post Chorus: |
| Bm | |
| It | always finds a |
| way to break me |
| Bridge: |
| Em | F#/Bb | D | A | |
| Down | , |
| (Repeat x4) |
| Chorus 2: |
| G | F#m | |
| A thousand | promises that |
| Em | A | |
| never seemed to | help me before |
| G | F#m | |
| A hundred | less and I would |
| Em | A | |
| s | tumble till I | found the back door |
| G | F#m | |
| With nothing | left to think I'll |
| Em | A | |
| probably sit a | round and ignore |
| G | F#m | |
| A hundred | less and I would |
| Em | A | |
| s | tumble till I | found the back door |
| G | F#m | |
| A thousand | promises that |
| Em | A | |
| never seemed to | help me before |
| G | F#m | |
| A hundred | less and I would |
| Em | A | |
| s | tumble till I | found the back door |
| G | F#m | |
| With nothing | left to think I'll |
| Em | A | G | F#m | Em | A | |
| probably sit a | round and | ig | nore |
| (Repeat Chorus 1 and Post chorus) |
| Outro: |
| D | |
| And that's when I |
| Bm | B | |
| de | cided to | break it |