| D | |
| She comes to me |
| G | |
| Whenever I am locked ins | ide my room |
| D | |
| Buried in the tune that I call love |
| G | |
| She sings to me, the words I cannot hear |
| But then, the melody's so clear it makes me cry |
| A |
| G | |
| Her love is so beautiful |
| A | G | D | |
| Her love is so real | , it smells like glue |
| G | |
| She's leaving me to find a place she never will cal | l home |
| I stand shaking like a stone |
| D | |
| And smile inside |
| G | |
| She's calling me to come to her and curl inside | her womb |
| I hear lies, acid too |
| A | G | |
| But I won't die, | the pain is so beautiful |
| A | G | D | |
| The urge is so real, it | smells like glue |
| G | A | |
| And I will screa | m, she hears me |
| G | A | |
| I will tell myself | she loves me |
| G | |
| And all the lies and fears |
| D | |
| Will stick to me like glue |