C           G 
  There's a tombstone in the brush with your name on the front 
                                                    C 
But I had no bucks to get "Here lies They-Ran-Outta-Luck" 
        G 
On the back of it 

Sharp as a tack, but in the sense that you're not smart, just a prick 

In my finger or my toe 
                                                C    G 
Ripping staggered holes all the way to my chest 

All the way to my chest 
                                           Am 
But every tremble in your voice still echoes in my ears 
   C 
One good night of sleep per year 

            G 
There's a tombstone in the brush with my name on the front 
              C 
But I had no guts to get "Here lies He-Ran-Outta-Luck" 
        G 
On the back of it 
                                                  C 
Sharp as a tack, but in the sense that I'm not smart, just a prick 
G                        C 
In the fingers and the toes of all of those who show interest in me 
                   G 
And from where I'm standing 

    Am                 Em 
It looks like I'm way long overdue 
Am                               Em 
I know what you meant when you said "fuck you" 
 Am                Em 
Breaking up never felt so cruel 
     G 
And now I'm tired 
     C 
And now I'm dead to me 


(G C Em) x2 

        G                            C 
Can we act like we never broke each others' hearts? 
          G                               C 
At least mine, I don't know how you felt from the start 
            G                             C 
Oh, that's vile, oh, I'm cruel, oh, it's god damn mean 
           Am             C 
I sure as hell know one thing 

     C                  C 
You sure ain't dead to me