|| C | G | Am G | F ||


 F                         Em                       F  
     This house is full of ears but I can't talk to anyone
                          Em             

They've heard this one a thousand times
   F                     Em 

   Most exciting thing I do
                                F 

Hang half way out a third floor window,
                           Em 

Maybe throw lit cigarettes down

                     C

And maybe I'll catch fire,
                  G

Something warm to hold me,
                  Am            G  

Something pure to burn away the darkness
     F               C 

That hides inside my mind
               Em 

All that evil shit's not hard to find
   F            G

I guess I only claim to be nice




This house is full of eyes but I can't look at anyone

They've seen this face a thousand times

Most relaxing thing I do

Hang half way out a third floor window,

And look at rocks if I fall out,

And maybe I'll fall hard,

Something tough to break me,

Something sharp to rip into my insides 

And bleed out all that pain

Sorry I don't even know your name

I guess for me it's easy this way

|| Am Em | F G ||
|| Am Em | F G ||
||  G    |  G  ||