CAPO ON FIRST FRET!

Intro:
Am , E

VERSE 1:

Am                        E
You're my favorite explosion.
Am                                    E
A violin with no hands plays symphonies with no words.
Am                                          E
A drowning boy with no voice prays someone up there's telling me,
Am            F            C
You'd better not get back up!
E            Am            F      C      E
I spit my heart into this red cup.
            Am                  F            C            E
I'd better pick it back up, it might ruin your night.

And she said,
Am                  F                  C            G
"Baby, leave the water by the bed for later,
      Am            F                  C            G
and I woke up without a single drop.

CHORUS:

                  Am                  F                  C            G
I told myself I'm tired of holding up your backup plans.
                  Am            F            C                  G
Go down your list and be satisfied if all you have is not enough.

VERSE 2:

(True love comes from more than just the heart)
            Am                        E
She said paint a picture on me,
                  Am                        E
throw your dress up and your heart away.
            Am
Yeah, I heard what you said.
E                              Am                        E
A friend of a friend, these strangers at the party never paid.
            Am                  F            C
And if that doesn't turn you on.
E            Am            F            C            E
I'll keep talking till something does.
            Am                        F            C            E7
As we're covered in sand, you roll over and smile.

CHORUS:

                  Am                  F                  C            G
I told myself I'm tired of holding up your backup plans.
                  Am            F            C                  G
Go down your list and be satisfied it?s all you have 

Bridge:

      E
and until that day,
I'll steal you flowers from the cemetery, red roses.

(during this next part listen to the guitars to figure out how to play it)
F F      C C      F F      Am Am      E.


Red rose of the dead.
How does it feel to breathe oxygen inside my head?

      Am                        E
So say it, say I'm in love, cause you called me
Am                        E                        Am
crying from your job, said you just got fired.
      F                  C                  G
And you don't have a backup plan,
      Am            F      C            G
so don't expect me to understand.

(A diamond bullet and a gun made of gold, she was covered in blood last seen in San Francisco)

Am            F            C            E
Yeah!
We all breakdown.
                  Am            F            C                  E
Sometimes the bedroom walls become my only friends,
                  Am                              E            C (or E7 )
but they were there from beginning to end.



                  Am                  F                  C            G
I told myself I'm tired of holding up your backup plans.
                  Am            F            C                  G
Go down your list and be satisfied it?s all you have 
                  Am            F                  C
You know I've never held a gun in my life,
            G            Am                  F            C
but now I carry one around in case I see you tonight.
G
Bedroom walls.
            Am            F
Oh, these bedroom walls.
            C            G
Oh, I hate what it tastes like.

Outro:
Am , E