It's a cruel summer
G
It's cool, that's what I tell 'em
D
No rules in breakable heaven
Em
But ooh, whoa ohh
C
It's a cruel summer with you
Verse 2
G
Hang your head low in the glow of the vending machine
D
I'm not dying (Oh yeah, you're right I want it)
Em
We say that we'll just screw it up in these trying times
C
We're not trying (Oh yeah, you're right I want it)
Pre-Chorus 2
G D
So cut the headlights summer's a knife
Em C
I'm always waiting for you just to cut to the bone
G D
Devils roll the dice angels roll their eyes
Em Am
And if I bleed you'll be the last to know
Chorus
G
Oh it's new the shape of your body
D
It's blue the feeling I've got
Em