C   
Sit down if it suits you, darling. 
Am 
Pour yourself a drink. 
         F                               C            G 
Because nothing gets you down when you're too drunk to think. 

           C                                Am 
I've got a two ton iron weight that weighs heavy on my spine. 
     F 
I'd love to toss it on this table. 
     C             G 
But now is not the time. 

      C 
It's too late to dream, boys. 
Am 
She's already gone. 
          F  
I've got nothing left but pain and grief. 
    C             G 
So throw a record on. 
           F             G 
And we'll sing until the sun comes up. 
           Am      F      G 
And we'll dance until we crash. 
          F                 G             C 
Until our sorrows are just whispers in a shot glass. 

    C 
Sit down, sing me a song, girl. 
Am 
Tell me how you feel. 
                     F 
Because we've been wearing these fucking goofy smiles  
        C                     G 
and we both know they're not real. 

       C 
Maybe you could ease me of this pain. 
               Am 
I'd pluck the thorns right from your spine. 
      F 
If I had the guts I think I have when I'm drunk,  
          C               G 
then I'd try to make you mine. 

      C 
It's too late to dream, boys. 
Am 
She's already gone. 
          F  
I've got nothing left but pain and grief. 
    C             G 
So throw a record on. 
           F             G 
And we'll sing until the sun comes up. 
           Am      F      G 
And we'll dance until we crash. 
          F                 G             C 
Until our sorrows are just whispers in a shot glass.