Standard guitar tuning:EADGBENo capo
E E A♭m A♭m
C♯m B A A
F♯m F♯m C♯m C♯m
B B C♯m B A
VerseThey asked for Emore.
A♭m C♯m BI slithered Aup each rose corriF♯mdor. I kept a C♯mwarm, safe place at my Bcore, C♯m B before I Alost it. They asked for Eblood. What do you A♭mthink this woman's made C♯mof? B I stuck a Asmall, thin pin in my F♯mthumb. They dreamt a C♯mlow, long line to be Bcrossed-- C♯m B and I Acrossed it.
ChorusI'm aBlive, but a different kind of alive C♯m than the way I used to be. B C♯m B A I reBtire to a split white smile to be seen C♯m in an old stag magazine. B C♯m B A AnEd tEhis girl's eyes, when they were roughly wrenched open, I could see a starry stair up your thigh. You hid behind your hair (oh, but I saw you were smiling),
Cwhile all these Bguys, all these curious sets of eyes, C♯m safe behind a TV screen, B C♯m B A I let them Bpry, pick apart and hang up to dry C♯m almost every piece of me. B C♯m B A B C♯m B A
Interlude[SAME AS INTRO / VERSE] OhE, wEhat a trip. Oh, what a shimmering silver ship. Oh, what a hot half-life I half-lived. And the stripes and stars, how they stripped off of the siding when my life ripped off from the part that played as a kid into the part that blazed through your lids to find a warm, safe place and to sit, curled up, inside it. SCo here's "goodbye," from the part that's staying behind to the part that has to leave, to the sublime lips that were never spoiled by a line, to the face inside the beam,
Outrowho wasn't me. B C♯m B A Who wasn't me, Boh nC♯mo no, B A She's not me, B C♯m Boh Aoh.