Intro: D
D
You mix fire with fire you'll get ashes with ashes
Am7
People with nice homes shouldn’t play with matches
Em
They’ll burn it right down, tear their hearts right up
A
And all that’s left in the middle, are some smoky lungs
D
But I can see it in your eyes, you might want to ruin me
Am7
I’m okay with that boy, I got gambler in my jeans
Em
I got my fingers crossed, I grew up on the deadend street
A
I’m use to driving right into my misery
Em - A
Misery
Misery
D
And the heart won't be wrong with you right by my side.
Am7
I clench my fingers, plant my feet, hold my chair real tight
Em
Waiting for those pretty teeth to pulse now back and release
A (single strum)
Drop the bomb in my life
D
I save my tears for my tomorrow, slide my sins to the side
Am7
Place my heart on the table, you can accept or decline
Em
I’ve got everything to lose, my reckless appetite
A
will be the death of me
Interlude: D - Am7 - Em - A
Em - A
In my Misery
Misery
D
You mix fire with fire you'll get ashes with ashes
Am7
People with nice homes shouldn’t play with matches
Em
They’ll burn it right down, tear their hearts right up
A
And all that’s left in the middle, are some smoky lungs