Intro: A F#m
VERSE
A F#m
I would rather be any place but here
A F#m
Spin the bottle or roll the dice my dear
A F#m
Cause I can't care I can't seem to break my fall
A F#m
It seems I would rather be any place at all
D F#m A G
So if the world is round now, why can't we have everything?
D F#m A
Cause the highs are so high, these lows are killing me
Bm A
Killing me, killing me
==VERSE==
A F#m
I remember when, wind would make me cry
A F#m
I remember when I wasn't afraid to die
A F#m
I wish I'd never, never fallen in line
A F#m
So take this soul I sold, I'm going back in time
D F#m A G
So if the world is round now, why can't we have everything?
D F#m A
Cause the highs are so high, these lows are killing me
Bm Bm
Killing me, killing me
==OUTRO==
A F#m
It seems the dying are the only ones that really know how to live
A F#m
It seems the dying are the only ones that really know how to live
A F#m
It seems the dying are the only ones that really know how to live
NC
It seems the dying are the only ones that really know how to live