C#                   Amaj7
I can't leave with words like these 
E                              Amaj7
They break the bones that hold up my sleeves 
            C#           Amaj7     E
I've got to tie her so high her breath freezes 
       Amaj7                C#m                Amaj7
before she speaks, but this bus just won't go far enough 
          E                 Amaj7        C#            Amaj7                          E
So I'll strap my face to a homemade bomb and blow the bus stop through the parking lot 
            Amaj7               (C#     Amaj7      E       Amaj7 x2)
We'll celebrate when you were free 


C#                           Amaj7
I know a place where we can both get laced 
E                                Amaj7
Take some time to learn about your face 
      C#            Amaj7
about bawling and bell curves 
      E             Amaj7
about strength from inhalers 
     C#                     Amaj7
and I'll take the fifth and you can just sit 
         E                                Amaj7
and I'll watch from a distance while you open it 
        C#         Amaj7        E               Amaj7       C#     Amaj7     E     Amaj7
This is how I will keep her..in pieces..she's a keeper 


    Ab      Bm
And I'll be holding my breath with the best.. 
                         Amaj7
my breath with the best intentions 


         E               Amaj7              C#
This is not for me, your perfume struggles perfectly 
    Amaj7                E 
it wraps around and screams at me, 
     Amaj7            C#            Amaj7           E
"My hero tastes like plastic, he's elastic and now he's dead" [x2] 



My straight faced grin is the first to leave hand in hand with the queen of tragedy 

Why do I hurt just on purpose? 

I guess I lack a purpose.. 

So smile like a child sitting in the sea forget about what's in the water 

and just focus in on me I'll be the phantom of the opera 

I'll be the lantern you blow out first.. 



And I'll be holding my breath with the best.. 

my breath with the best intentions 



This is not for me, your perfume struggles perfectly 

it wraps around and screams at me, 

"My hero tastes like plastic, he's elastic and now he's dead" [x2] 

     F#m          Amaj7    C#              B
And I'll be the reason you'll leave this city x2
     F#m         Amaj7     C#          B
And I'll be the reason (Not for me)x4