Standard (EADGBE)

I lost all faith today

in suicidal featherweights

with broken wrists and weaker fists

this is the last fight I'll give away

and there's something terrible

it's in her attic, so I'm told

I can feel it on my face

I still feel you everywhere

So, operator, I can't hold much longer

I can't hold much longer, I can't hold on

operator, I can't hold much longer

I can't hold much longer, I can't hold on

There's a spot by the bathroom door

I dropped so fast, straight through the floor

when I lost my grip, on everything

Eight feet underwater, is where we dare

our lips keep out the water and the liars

full of nothing but air

So, if anybody talks of me

tell them I am never coming home again

tell them I am gone

if anybody talks of me

tell them I am never coming home again

tell them I am gone

And there's a place that I might fit in

but it reeks like where we've been

perfect footprints from our feet

that our haunted just by me

to a lady of the hour, liquor love is all the rage

your skin feels way to sour, and I've lost my sense of taste

So, operator, I can't hold much longer

I can't hold much longer, I can't hold on

operator, I can't hold much longer

I can't hold much longer, I can't hold on

There's a hole that we all fall in

where we fight for oxygen

it's where I caught my grip, and became king

Eight feet undercover, don't forget that I'm here

warm secrets under covers, with new friends

and your holiday lovers

So, if anybody talks of me

tell them I am never coming home again

tell them I am gone

if anybody talks of me

tell them I am never coming home again

tell them I am gone

If anybody talks of me

tell them I'll be gone forever

without these scars, that are completely invisible

End on Em.