[Intro]

E|--2-----2----3-----3----5----5--5----5--5----5--5--3--3--3--3--|
B|---------------------------------------------------------------|
G|-----2-----------3---------------------------------------------|
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A|---------------------------------------------------------------|
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( D  F  Bb  G )
( D  F  Bb )
( D  C  G )
( D  F  Bb )
 
[First Part]

Dm
We hurt ourselves for fun
Bb
Force-feed our fear until our hearts go numb
Dm                             Bb
Addicted to a lonely kind of love
Bb
What I wanna know
 
[Pre-Chorus]

                   Bb
Is how we got this stressed out, paranoid
C
Everything is going dark
Bb                              G
Nothing makes me sadder than my head
 
[Chorus]

                     D       F               Bb
I'm running outta teardrops, let it hurt till it stops
G               D         F             Bb      G
I can't keep my grip, I'm slipping away from me
D        C             G                             D
Oh, God, everything is so fucked, but I can't feel a thing
    F            Bb      C
The emptiness is heavier than you think
 
[Segunda Parte]

Dm
I'm tripping on the edge
Bb
High as a kite, I'm never coming down
Dm                                         Bb
And if you hear me, guess you know how it feels
Bb
To be alone
 
[Pre-Chorus]

                   Bb
Is how we got this stressed out, paranoid
C
Everything is going dark
Bb                              G
Nothing makes me sadder than my head
 
[Chorus]

                      D       F               Bb
I'm running outta teardrops, let it hurt till it stops
G               D         F             Bb      G
I can't keep my grip, I'm slipping away from me
D        C             G                             D
Oh, God, everything is so fucked, but I can't feel a thing
    F            Bb      C
The emptiness is heavier than you think
 
[Bridge]

D
Suicidal, violent tragic state of mind
D
Lost my halo, now I'm my own anti-Christ
D
Suicidal, violent, tragic state of mind
D
Lost my halo, now I'm my own anti-Christ
 
[Chorus]

                      D       F               Bb
I'm running outta teardrops, let it hurt till it stops
                D         F             Bb      C
I can't keep my grip, I'm slipping away from me
D        F             Bb              G             D
Oh, God, everything is so fucked, but I can't feel a thing
    F            Bb      C
The emptiness is heavier than you think
 
                      D       F               Bb
I'm running outta teardrops, let it hurt till it stops
G               D         F             Bb      G
I can't keep my grip, I'm slipping away from me
D        C             G                             D
Oh, God, everything is so fucked, but I can't feel a thing
    F            Bb      C
The emptiness is heavier than you think
 
D        F  Bb  G
Teardrops
D        F  Bb  G
Teardrops
                  D         F  Bb  G
I'm running outta teardrops
D
The emptiness is heavier than you think