Dm G C
The sky is just about sand
Dm G C
Your silence seems to have crept
Dm G Am
I know the hour's intense
[Chorus]
C G
Death, what could be worse
Dm F
If I had something to complain about
C G Dm
If I took your place, would it hurt
F
Something to complain about
[Verse]
Dm G C
I never thought that I'll let
Dm G C
I mostly want what I get
Dm G Am
It comes at night when it wants
Dm Am G
You're better off in our bed
[Chorus]
C G
Death, what could be worse
Dm F
If I had something to complain about
C G Dm
If I took your place, would it hurt
F
Something to complain about
[Verse]
Dm G C
Prefer the noise to the song
Dm G C
The words, they always seemed wrong
Dm G Am
We're better off within here
[Chorus]
C G
Death, what could be worse
Dm F
If I had something to complain about
C G Dm
If I took your place, would it hurt
F
Something to complain about
C G
Death, what could be worse
Dm F
If I had something to complain about
C G Dm
If I took your place, would it hurt
F
Something to complain about
