Standard tuning,

C#m
Turn around there's those eyes again.

A
Turn around fake indifference and I.

C#m                                     A
Watch their cold, dark silhouettes disappear.

C#m
A hundred bodies fill this room.

A
And all their faces overdone.

C#m                         A
Pain is foreign, foreign to us.


C#m     B    A
I don't even know you.

C#m       B    A
You won't even know I'm gone.

F#                     A       Am
Was it something I did wrong?


E      B     A    Am
Roses, roses cold.

E      B     A        Am
Roses, roses sold out.


C#m
Turn around reds and whites again.

A
I'd sell my kicks for one more low tar.

C#m                               A
Fevers hand in hand with shoelace bracelets. 

C#m
Why are some girls so naive?

A
He didn't unbutton your blouse to see.

C#m
A better view of your heart.

                             A
Oh yeah, can't blame you for trying.


C#m     B    A
I don't even know you.

C#m       B    A
You won't even know I'm gone.

F#                     A       Am
Was it something I did wrong?


E      B     A    Am
Roses, roses cold.

E      B     A        Am
Roses, roses sold out.

E      B     A    Am
Roses, roses cold.

E      B     A        Am
Roses, roses sold out.


C#m     A
Sing it soft.

        B
Make it slow.

       A
Apples parachute

    B
the boys back down.

C#m     A
Fill it up.

B
Overflow.

       A               B
A new, improved modern way to feel.



C#m     B    A
I don't even know you.

C#m       B    A
You won't even know I'm gone.

F#                     A       Am
Was it something I did wrong?

F#                     A       Am
Was it something I did wrong?

F#                     A     
Was it something I did wrong?