Intro:
G x4
G
Cut it out
Eb
Your self-inflicted pain
Bb
is getting too routine
D
the crowds are catching on
G
to the self-inflicted song
Eb
Well here we go again
Bb
the art of acting weak
D
Fall in love to fail
G
to boost your CD sales
Eb
And that CD sells
Bb
yeah what a hit
D
You've got to repeat it you gotta' sink to swim
Eb
If at first you don't succeed
D
you gotta recreate your misery
Bb
cause we all know art is hard
D
young artists have gotta starve
Eb
Try and fail and try again
D
the comforts of repetition
Bb
Keep churning out those hits
D
til it's all the same old shit
G x4
G
Oh a second verse
Eb
Well color me fatigued
Bb
I'm hiding in the leaves
D
in the CD jacket sleeves
G
tired of entertaining
Eb
some double-dipped meaning
Bb
a soft serve analogy
D
This drunken angry slur
G
in thirty-one flavors
G
You gotta' sink to swim
G
immerse yourself in rejection
G
regurgitate some sorry tale
G
about a boy who sells his love affairs
G
You gotta' fake the pain
G
you better make it sting
G
you're gonna' break a leg
G
when you get on stage
G
and they scream your name
G
Oh Cursive is so cool
Eb, D, Bb, D
Eb
You gotta sink to swim
D
impersonate greater persons
Bb
cause we all know art is hard
D
when we don't know who we are
Eb, D, Eb, D x2
End on Eb