Dm G
This house is full of ears
Dm E7
But I can't talk to anyone
C G
They've heard this one a thousand times
Dm G
Most exciting thing I do
Dm E7
Hang half way out a third floor window
C G
Maybe throw lit cigarettes down
C Am
And maybe I'll catch fire
C G
Something warm to hold me
Am F G
Something pure to burn away the darkness
C G Am
That hides inside my mind
C G E7
All that evil shit's not hard to find
Am F G Am
I guess I only claim to be nice