Verse
B7 F#m
Juliet,i get on my knees
B7
Speaking in tongues of washed out sun
F#m
And perfect clarity
E
Well i get so delerious
B F#m
I think myself will split
E A F#m B
Standing on the sidewalk sometimes it's as if
Chorus
F#m E B
I don't think i'll be happy anyway
F#m A E
Just scratching out my name
F#m E B
And everything's so lucid and so creepy
F#m
Since K got over me
A B
Since K got over me 