Written by Frank Iero/Matt Pelissier/Ray Toro/Gerard Way/Mikey Way
Intro: D Bm F#m A (2x) D Bm F#m A D Bm F#m A Late dawns and early sunsets , just like my favorite scenes D Bm F#m B A D Bm F#m A Then holding hands and life was perfect, just like up on the screen Bm F#m Gm A And the whole time while always giving Bm F#m Gm A Counting your face among the living D Bm F#m A D Bm F#m A Up and down escalators , pennies and colder fountains D Bm F#m B A D Bm F#m A Elevators and half price sales, trapped in by all these mountains Bm F#m Gm A Running away and hiding with you Bm F#m Gm A I never thought they'd get me here Bm F#m Gm A Not knowing you changed from just one bite Bm F#m Gm A Bm I fought them all off just to hold you close and tight But does anyone notice? F#m But does anyone care? Gm And if I had the guts to put this to your head... A F#m But would anything matter if you're already dead? Gm A And should I be shocked now by the last thing you said? F#m Before I pull this trigger, Gm Your eyes vacant and stained... A But does anyone notice? F#m But does anyone care? Gm A And if I had the guts to put this to your head... F#m Gm And would anything matter if you're already dead? A F#m And now should I be shocked by the last thing you said? Gm Before I pull this trigger, A Your eyes vacant and stained... F#m And in saying you loved me, Gm Made things harder at best, A And these words changing nothing F#m As your body remains, Gm And there's no room in this hell, A There's no room in the next, F#m And our memories defeat us, Gm And I'll end this direst. A But does anyone notice? F#m But does anyone care? Gm A And if I had the guts to put this to your head... F#m Gm But does anything matter if you're already dead? A F#m And should I be shocked now by the last thing you said? Gm Before I pull this trigger, A Your eyes vacant and stained... F#m And in saying you loved me, Gm Made things harder at best, A And these words changing nothing F#m As your body remains, Gm And there's no room in this hell, A There's no room in the next, F#m But does anyone notice there's a corpse in this bed?