Sour

Intro:
F           C
Slow it down
            G              Am          D7
Where's the fun in knowing everything?
                            F         C
What's the point in knowing anyone?
           G                Am                D
What's the point of feeling anything at all?
                          F       C   G  Am
What's the point of being anyone?
 
Interlude: F  C  G  Am
 
Verse 1:
F                     C        G
I'm drinking violence out of a glass of malaise
F                  C          G
I'm eating silence out of the sound of your name
F                    C        G
I'll do my own dance when I'm alone and afraid
F                    C              G
My uncle Steve said, maybe I should fight through the pain
 
Chorus:
F
Sour the taste of an electric life
C                     G
Covering over all the emptiness
F
Running in place here in paradise
C                        G
Nothing is real until it hurts my chеst
F
Sour the taste of an elеctric life
C                     G
Covering over all the emptiness
Am
Running in place here in paradise
D
Nothing is real until it hurts my chest

Interlude: 
   F  C  G  Am
   F  C  G  Am
   D  F
 
Verse 2:
F 
Slow it down
                           Am          D
Where's the fun in knowing everything?
                            F       C
What's the point in knowing anyone?
           G                Am               D
What's the point of feeling anything at all?
                          F       C  G  Am
What's the point of being anyone?
 
Interlude: F  C  G  Am
 
Verse 3:
F                  C              G
 I'm speaking quiet cause I've got nothing to say
F                   C      G
 I hear the sirens, follow them to my grave
F                    C             G
 a glass of silence, like drinking tears in the rain
F                       C            G              F
 I'm just a lost cause, so you don't care if I stay
 
Chorus:
F
Sour the taste of an electric life
C                     G
Covering over all the emptiness
F
Running in place here in paradise
C                        G
Nothing is real until it hurts my chest
F
Sour the taste of an electric life
C                     G
Covering over all the emptiness
Am
Running in place here in paradise
D
Nothing is real until it hurts my chest
 
Interlude: 
   F  C  G  Am
   F  C  G  Am
   D  F
 
Outro:
F       C
Slow it down
                  G             Am        D7
There's something gritty in the afterglow
                             F
It's kind of perfect how you never know
C         G             Am     D7
I saw the future in New Mexico
                   F
So, I never looked back