Standard (EADGBE)

I lost all faith today

 in suicidal featherweights

 with broken wrists and weaker fists

 this is the last fight I'll give away

 and there's something terrible

 it's in her attic, so I'm told

 I can feel it on my face

 I still feel you everywhere

 So, operator, I can't hold much longer

 I can't hold much longer, I can't hold on

operator, I can't hold much longer

 I can't hold much longer, I can't hold on

 There's a spot by the bathroom door

 I dropped so fast, straight through the floor

 when I lost my grip, on everything

Eight feet underwater, is where we dare

 our lips keep out the water and the liars

 full of nothing but air

 So, if anybody talks of me

tell them I am never coming home again

tell them I am gone

 if anybody talks of me

tell them I am never coming home again

tell them I am gone

 And there's a place that I might fit in

 but it reeks like where we've been

 perfect footprints from our feet

 that our haunted just by me

 to a lady of the hour, liquor love is all the rage

 your skin feels way to sour, and I've lost my sense of taste

 So, operator, I can't hold much longer

 I can't hold much longer, I can't hold on

operator, I can't hold much longer

 I can't hold much longer, I can't hold on

 There's a hole that we all fall in

 where we fight for oxygen

 it's where I caught my grip, and became king

Eight feet undercover, don't forget that I'm here

 warm secrets under covers, with new friends

 and your holiday lovers

 So, if anybody talks of me

tell them I am never coming home again

tell them I am gone

 if anybody talks of me

tell them I am never coming home again

tell them I am gone

 If anybody talks of me

tell them I'll be gone forever

without these scars, that are completely invisible

End on Em.