[CHORUS]
A5                  E5                          B5                        
I would swallow my pride I would choke on the rhines
But the lack thereof would leave me empty inside 
A5                 E5                       F#5  
I would swallow my doubt turn it inside out find nothing but faith in nothing      
E5              B5                 F#5           
Want to put my tender heart in a blender Watch it spin around to a beautiful oblivion          
E5              B5                 F#5                     
Rendezvous then I'm through with you                               

B5           F#5                   A5                    G5
I burn burn like a wicker cabinet chalk white and oh so frail
B5       F#5                  E5
I see our time had gotten stale
B5                  F#5                              A5       G5
The tick tock of the clock is painful  All sane and logical
B5         F#5            E5
I want to tear it off the wall
B5                 F#5                                A5               G5
I hear words and clips and phrases I think sick like ginger ale
B5         F#5            E5
My stomach turns and I exhale


[Chorus]