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Tom: A
Intro: A - D - A - D
 
    A                                           - D
1.     So unimpressed, but so in awe,     such a saint, but such a whore.
A                                   - D
    So self aware, so full of shit,        so indecisive, so adamant.
              E                         D
    I’m contemplating thinking about thinking, 
           E                       D                           A
    it’s overrated, just get another drink and watch me come undone. 
 
                               D                              A
They’re selling razor blades and mirrors in the street (come undone).
                     D                                   A
I pray that when I’m coming down you’ll be asleep (come undone)
                          D
If I ever hurt you, your revenge will be so sweet,
          Bm                D
because I’m scum, and I’m your son, 
         A     - D            A      - D
I come undone,       I come undone.
 
   A                                                  - D
1.    So rock and roll, so corporate suit,     so damn ugly, so damn cute,
A                                       - D
    so well trained, so animal,      so need your love, so fuck you all. 
             E                               D
    I’m not scared of dying, I just don’t want to, 
           E                       D                      A
    If I stopped lying, I’d just disappoint you, I come undone.
 
                                D                              A
They’re selling razor blades and mirrors in the street (come undone).
                      D                                   A
I pray that when I’m coming down you’ll be asleep (come undone)
                          D
If I ever hurt you, your revenge will be so sweet,
          Bm                  D          A ~ ~
because I’m scum, and I’m your son, I come undone.       
         G
    So write another ballad, mix it on a Wednesday, 
      D
    sell it on a Thursday, buy a yacht by Saturday,
           A              
    it’s a love song, a love song.
     G
    Do another interview, sing a bunch of lies, 
     D
    tell about celebrities that I despise, 
             E                  
    and sing love songs, we sing love songs
         A    - D - A - D      A   - D - Bm - D          A
    so sincere,          so sincere,            come undone.
 
                                 D                           A
They’re selling razor blades and mirrors in the street (come undone).
                       D                                A
I pray that when I’m coming down you’ll be asleep (come undone)
                                      D
A young pretender and my crowds above can see,
       Bm           D              A      - D
I come undone, I am scum, love your son.
 
                     A     - D                          A    - D
    You gotta love your son,         you gotta love your son, 
                A     - D          A    - D
    yeah, yeah, yeah,    love your son,
       A             D
    I am scum, I am scum ...