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