Capo 1 fret

[Intro]
Em C Am G Em C Am G
 
[Verse 1]
Em                      C
We take sour sips from life's lush lips
       Em                      C         Am
And we shake, shake, shake the hips in relationships,
Em                 C
Stomp out this disaster town,
       A                    C
You'll put your eyes to the sun and say,
                    D                     Em                  G
"I know you're only blinding to keep back what the clouds are hiding"
 
 
[Pre-Chorus]
       C                  Am                   Em    G
And we might have started singing just a little soon
      C               Am          Cadd9
We're throwing stones at a glass moon
 
 
[Chorus]
G                 D                  C
Whoa oh, we're so miserable and stunning
G                           D             C
Whoa oh, love songs for the genuinely cunning, whoa oh
 
 
[Verse 2]
Em                          C
We keep the beat with your blistered feet,
   Em                      C             Am
We bullet the words At the mockingbirds, singing
Em                    C
Slept through the weekend and dreaming
   A                          C
Of sinking with the melody of the cliffs of eternity
        D                    Em              G
Got postcards from my former selves saying, "How you been?"
 
 
[Pre-Chorus]
   C                   Am                Em      G
We might have said goodbyes just a little soon, (stomp out this disaster town)
        C             Am              Cadd9
Robbing lips, kissing banks under this moon
 
 
[Chorus]
G                 D                  C
Whoa oh, we're so miserable and stunning
G                           D             C
Whoa oh, love songs for the genuinely cunning
G                 D                  C
Whoa oh, we're so miserable and stunning
G                           D             C
Whoa oh, love songs for the genuinely cunning, whoa oh
 
 
[Bridge]
Em                             C         Am
It was ice cream headaches and sweet avalanche
         Em            C                Am
When the pearls in our shells got up to dance
Em                 G               D
You call me a bad tipper of the cradle
Em                       G        D
Tired yawns for fawns on hunter's lawns
Em                  C     Am
We're the has-beens of husbands
Em             C               Am
Sharpening the knives of young wives
Em                 G                     D
Take two years and call me when you're better
Em                G                     D
Take teardrops of mine, find yourself wetter
 
 
[Chorus]
G                 D                  C
Whoa oh, we're so miserable and stunning
G                           D             C
Whoa oh, love songs for the genuinely cunning
G                 D                  C
Whoa oh, we're so miserable and stunning
G                           D             C         Am
Whoa oh, love songs for the genuinely cunning, whoa oh...