And We Exhale And Roll Our Eyes In Unison

N.C. One, two, three, four, five, six B Esus2 B Esus2 B Esus2 B Esus2 B Esus2 B Esus2 It's bad enough you ever use the word as an adjective, B Esus2 B Esus2 B But to suggest we do it in heels is really quite crass, Esus2 B Esus2 B And frankly, we're reasonably practical, B Esus2 B Esus2 B We know the benefits of always doing these things in flats, G#m E B And I spent the last seven years perched on the edge of my bed, C#m E B E Scratching, "I am incredibly sincere" into my forearm, B E B E You should know better. B E B E B E B E B E B E B E B E B E A fifteen-year-old's editorial, some lazy innuendo, B E B The last man standing is a girl, G#m E B Four sweaty boys with guitars tell me nothing about my life, C#m E B E And the earth's air pressure gets far greater when I hear you, B E B E You should try harder. B E B E B E B B G#m E B G#m E It takes an educated guess to see I like you little at best, B G#m And if you come here for the faces hope you leave under duress, E And you still treat it like a novelty, B Less pop concert, more butchery, G#m E And we exhale, and roll our eyes in unison. B G#m And we exhale, and we roll our eyes, (our eyes), E B And we do these things in unison. B G#m E B B G#m And woe is me and woe is you, (is you), E B And woe is us, together, B G#m And woe is me and woe is you, E B And woe is us, together. B E B E B E B E B E B E B