[CHORUS] A E B I would swallow my pride I would choke on the rhines But the lack thereof would leave me empty inside A E F# I would swallow my doubt turn it inside out find nothing but faith in nothing E B F# Want to put my tender heart in a blender Watch it spin around to a beautiful oblivion E B F# Rendezvous then I'm through with you B F# A G I burn burn like a wicker cabinet chalk white and oh so frail B F# E I see our time had gotten stale B F# A G The tick tock of the clock is painful All sane and logical B F# E I want to tear it off the wall B F# A G I hear words and clips and phrases I think sick like ginger ale B F# E My stomach turns and I exhale [Chorus]