A                    Asus4 A    A                             Asus4       A 
Some people kill for less, some people find it hard to get dressed 
F                          G                    A Asus4 A 
Some people will ask how old I am 

Some people living a life, some people need more than a slice 

But when it fades when the glitter`s gone 

Some people don't get much, some people feel they're in touch 

With spirit worlds, talking to you now 

Some people just can't say, some people just wanna play 

They get a kick when it's all messed up 
A                  A7             G D 
You know it, you owe it to yourself 

You won't let it make you mad, it's already crazy 
C                      G                       A Asus4 A 
Oh we're lonely one mercedes down 

The brighter lights and their smiles their empty hands 

What you thought you'd lost was just mislaid 

All the poems written in your skin