Tom: G Verso 1: G Am7 I write this alone on my bed; C G I've poisoned every room in the house. G Am7 The place is quiet and so a-lone, C G Pretend theres something worth waiting for. G Am7 Theres nothing nice in my head; C G The adult world took it all a-way. G Am7 I wake up with same spit in my mouth; Bb G I cannot tell if it's real, or not. Refrão 1: G C Cm G I try and walk in a straight line. G C Cm G An imi-tation of digni-ty. G C Cm G From despair to where? G C Cm G From despair to where? (G Am7 C G) 2x Verso 2: G Am7 Out-side open mouthed crowds, C G Pass each other, as if they're drugged. G Am7 Down pale corridors of rou-tine, C G Where life falls una-toned. G Am7 The weak kick like straw, C G 'Till the world means less and less. G Am7 Words are never e-nough; Bb G Just cheap tarnished glit-ter. Refrão 2: G C Cm G I try and walk in a straight line. G C Cm G An imi-tation of digni-ty. G C Cm G From despair to where? G C Cm From despair to... Em Eb5 D5 A, C G, B Where... (Em Eb5 D5 A C G B) 2x Refrão 3: G C Cm G A cripple walks in a straight line. G C Cm G An imi-tation of digni-ty. G C, Cm G From despair to where? G C, Cm G From despair to where?