D

[Break]
D F Bb G
D F Bb G*
D C G
D F Bb

[Verse 1]
Dm
We hurt ourselves for fun
Bb
Force-feed our fear until our hearts go numb
Dm                             Bb
Addicted to a lonely kind of love
Bb
What I wanna know

[Pre-Chorus]
                   Bb
Is how we got this stressed out, paranoid
C
Everything is going dark
Bb                              C
Nothing makes me sadder than my head

[Chorus]
        N.C.      D          F                Bb
I'm running outta teardrops, let it hurt till it stops
G               D         F             Bb      G* 
I can't keep my grip, I'm slipping away from me
D        C             G                             D
Oh, God, everything is so fucked, but I can't feel a thing
    F            Bb      C
The emptiness is heavier than you think

[Verse 2]
Dm
I'm tripping on the edge
Bb
High as a kite, I'm never coming down
Dm                                         Bb
And if you hear me, guess you know how it feels
Bb
To be alone

[Pre-Chorus]
                   Bb
Is how we got this stressed out, paranoid
C
Everything is going dark
Bb                              C
Nothing makes me sadder than my head

[Chorus]
        N.C.      D          F                Bb
I'm running outta teardrops, let it hurt till it stops
G               D         F             Bb      G*
I can't keep my grip, I'm slipping away from me
D        C             G                             D
Oh, God, everything is so fucked, but I can't feel a thing
    F            Bb      C
The emptiness is heavier than you think

[Bridge]
D
Suicidal, violent tragic state of mind
D
Lost my halo, now I'm my own anti-christ
D
Suicidal, violent, tragic state of mind
D
Lost my halo, now I'm my own anti-christ

[Chorus]
        N.C.      D          F                Bb
I'm running outta teardrops, let it hurt till it stops
                D         F             Bb      C
I can't keep my grip, I'm slipping away from me
D        F             Bb              G             D
Oh, God, everything is so fucked, but I can't feel a thing
    F            Bb      C
The emptiness is heavier than you think

        N.C.      D          F               Bb
I'm running outta teardrops, let it hurt till it stops
G               D         F             Bb      C
I can't keep my grip, I'm slipping away from me
D        C             G                             D
Oh, God, everything is so fucked, but I can't feel a thing
    F            Bb      C
The emptiness is heavier than you think

[Outro]
D        F Bb G
Teardrops
D        F Bb G
Teardrops
                  D         F Bb G
I'm running outta teardrops
D
The emptiness is heavier than you think

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