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Capo 1

I play this song alternating plucking between the A and D strings to more match the recording

[Chorus]

G

Look at all these kids in their cardigans

Cmaj7

And their ballet flats and their heroin

Em

And their moon-white hair and their pale skin

D

Everyone is lookin' just a little too thin

G

I can dance with you at the block party

Cmaj7

And kiss your perfect smile and your crooked teeth

Em

Circles 'round your eyes make it hard to see

D

When they're reflecting all the glitter on your sunken cheeks

[Refrain]

G

Do-do

Cmaj7

Do-do-do

Em

Do-do-do

D

Do-do-do

[Verse 1]

G

I saw Karen O and her perfect bangs

Cmaj7

So, I tried to cut my hair so it would look the same

Em

Manic Panic advertisement was to blamе

D

Dyed it blue, then rеd, and then black again

G

Do you like me now? Do you like this cut?

Cmaj7

I can go and make it shorter if you really want

Em

I can be whatever for a little bit of love

D

If it makes you happy, I will come undone

[Refrain]

G

Do-do

Cmaj7

Do-do-do

Em

Do-do-do

D

Do-do-do

[Verse 2]

G

Light a cigarette for the picture, please

Cmaj7

And pull your jacked-up tights over purple knees

Em

Wipe your dripping head with your tight, long sleeve

D

What the hell is twee? What is indie sleaze?

G

I just hang around so I can watch you spin

Cmaj7

Eyes above the disco, drinkin' too much gin

Em

Little butterfly with a cocaine friend

D

Sometimes you look my way when the party ends

[Refrain]

G

Do-do

Cmaj7

Do-do-do

Em

Do-do-do

D

Do-do-do

[Verse 3]

G

And you're so pretty, but you look like death

Cmaj7

And your nose is bleedin' and your t-shirt's wet

Em

And your thoughts are skippin' like an old cassette

Cmaj7

And your waist is barely just a silhouette

G

Oh, but you're so funny when you move so strange

Cmaj7

And your legs are shakin', your color's drained

Em

And your mouth is foamin', and your brain's inflamed

G

But you look so good when your body shakes

[Chorus]

G

Look at all these kids in their cardigans

Cmaj7

And their ballet flats and their heroin

Em

And their moon-white hair and their pale skin

D

Everyone is lookin' just a little too thin

[Refrain]

G

Do-do

Cmaj7

Do-do-do

Em

Do-do-do

D

I didn’t go to your funeral. All things considered I had only known you for a heartbeat. I had no reason to. And I knew it would be full of people I didn’t recognize, people I would never be able to properly conjur condolences for. Still, it’s one of my biggest regrets in life. 

They did livestream it though, and I did watch that. I was right; I couldn’t recognize anyone through the blur, only the fuzzy silhouettes of people I almost knew.

I remember looking up at the sky and wondering if you were there. I didn’t feel God anywhere near me, but I knew you’d want to believe you were there, so I did.

I didn’t go back to the church, but I did say a prayer. I don’t know for what. 

And then I sat, staring at the sky, looking for some sign of heaven. And I did cry. I knew nothing would be the same, that I had permanently changed.