verse 1: 
            G 
Sometimes I like to lay in 
bed and pretend like I died 
             D/F# 
Sometimes I stay like that 
until the day becomes night 
       G 
Then I crank myself up 
and I set loose to fly 
       C 
Like a bunch of restless 
             D 
bats finally coming to life 
        G 
And the places are the same 
but the faces are new 
       D/F# 
And my own face is somewhere 
between yellow and blue 
        Em 
And I'm pressing my luck 
just to see if I can 
        C 
And I'm betting my soul 
        D           D 
and I'm losing again 



[Refrão]
          G            D 
Cuz these pigs seem to be 
            C 
getting the best of me 
              G 
These fucking pigs seem to 
D              C 
be getting the best of me 
              Em 
These fucking pigs seem to 
G              D       C 
be getting the best of me 
     Em         G 
With so much to love 
              D 
sometimes you wind up 
  C(hold)   G D   C 
diseased Whoa  Whoa 
   G D   C    G D   C Am D(hold) 
Whoa  Whoa Whoa  Whoa    Oh! 


verse 2: 
        G 
Now I'm back in the sun 
and my fingers are scraping 
      D/F# 
And I can't work the clasp 
I can't stop the shaking 
        G 
And I'm making that face 
that only ever happens 
          C 
When your life takes a 
             D 
shit in your pants and 
                    G 
keeps crapping What happened 
to all of the "Oh you'll 
                D/F# 
be fines?" What happened 
to having plenty of time? 
     Em 
What happened to my 
fucking body and mind? 
  C 
I poisoned them dry 
         D 
but I'd still like to try 


Refrain: 
           C 
To wake up tomorrow and to 
Em          D           C 
feel myself grow in the sun 
           C            Em 
To finally face all the work 
        D           C 
I still need to get done 
        Em           D 
To quit being such a pussy 
        C              Em 
And run back into the storm 
         D           C(hold) 
where my demons come from 




[Refrão]
          G            D 
Cuz these pigs seem to be 
            C 
getting the best of me 
              G 
These fucking pigs seem to 
D              C 
be getting the best of me 
              Em 
These fucking pigs seem to 
G              D       C 
be getting the best of me 
     Em         G 
With so much to love 
              D 
sometimes you wind 
     C 
up diseased 
     Em         G 
With so much to love 
              D 
sometimes you wind 
     C 
up diseased 
     Em         G 
With so much to love 
              C(hold) 
sometimes you wind 
up diseased 
   G D   C    G D 
Whoa  Whoa Whoa  
   C    Em D   C G D G(hold)
Whoa Whoa   Whoa