B7                F#m
Juliet,i get on my knees
  B7
Speaking in tongues of washed out sun
     F#m
And perfect clarity
 E
Well i get so delerious
 B                   F#m
I think myself will split
 E                 A         F#m            B
Standing on the sidewalk sometimes it's as if

Chorus 
F#m                    E      B
I don't think i'll be happy anyway
F#m              A      E
Just scratching out my name
F#m                   E             B
And everything's so lucid and so creepy
               F#m
Since K got over me
      A          B
Since K got over me