C G I'd like to believe, Am G In one thing that you say to me. C G Would you like, to leave? Am When I try to talk it off, G Just turns out to be. [Chorus] C G Turn on the stove, Am G In the little tiny rooms that our friend calls a home. C G My head fills with heat, Am G F From the knife in your hand to mine [Verse 2] C G I'd like to understand, Am G What you think about and why it seems so bad. C G It's only escape, Am G From everything I know I'm weak; I Know that I'm sad. [Chorus] C G Turn on the stove, Am G In the little tiny rooms that our friend calls a home. C G My head fills with heat, Am G F From the knife in your hand to mine C Sand.