| C | G | Am | F | |
| Jackknifed, | my strife, | take it easy, | sit outside. |
| C | G | C | |
| I just d | ied one t | housand times yeste | rday. |
| C | G | Am | F | |
| Lay down. D | rown out, | drowning in these | cries and shouts. |
| C | G | F | |
| Changing so f | ast that it stays the s | ame. |
| Am | G | F | |
| Encryption enscon | ces this cryptic cli | ché. |
| Am | G | F | |
| I | f it's not | stupid, it's | more of the same. |
| C | G | Am | F | |
| I'm | too tired to c | are, we're too | busy to t | hink. |
| C | G | Am | F | |
| So let's | sit back and l | augh and watch th | e ship | sink. |
| C | G | Am | F | C | |
| The | hull and the bo | w and the sm | okestacks | disappeared |
| G | Am | C | G | Am | |
| And w | e watched it go | down with a st | reaming Br | onx cheer. |
| Am | C | G | Am | |
| Thank you dear. I wi | ll sleep and g | et up and eat | unaware. |
| C | Am | |
| But don't f | orget to forget you for | got me, |
| C | G | Am | |
| When I show | up at your do | or |
| C | G | C | |
| I'm gonna re | member that y | ou are my friend, |
| F | G | C | |
| And f | all | asleep on you | r floor |
| That's basically the idea, listen for the words that he changes chords on. And don't ruin the song. :) |
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| Other Lyrics: |
| Winter is coming, can you find your coat? |
| Let's go watch the water while the bodies still float. |
| Slit my throat. It's more than a tad overdue. |
| Slit my throat. I can't die in here 'til next June. |
| I breathed, it was smokey. I cried, it was steam. |
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| I dreamed that I slept and I actually dreamed. |
| What it is, is a sickness. What it is, is regret. |
| And I might be tired, but I'm not dead yet. |
| So don't forget to forget you forgot me, |
| 'Cause when I show up at your door, |
| I'm gonna remember that you are my friend |
| And fall asleep on your floor. |
| Winter is coming, can you find your coat? |
| Let's go watch the water while the bodies still float. |
| Slit my throat. It's more than a tad overdue. |
| Slit my throat. I can't die in here 'til next June. |
| I breathed, it was smokey. I cried, it was steam. |
| I dreamed that I slept and I actually dreamed. |
| What it is, is a sickness. What it is, is regret. |
| And I might be tired, but I'm not dead yet. |
| Don't forget to forget you forgot me, |
| When I show up at your door, |
| I'm gonna remember that you are my friend |
| And fall asleep on your floor. |
| I'm gonna remember that you are my friend |
| And fall asleep on your floor. |