G B7 C You kiss my scars, down the center of my left wrist Cm Never knew how much I needed it G I see stars, the good kind D C Not the kind that I saw when I was three feet under Cm The reaper got my number Am G B7 You're my deep end, keep me breathing Am Heart held on with glue Cm The only thing keeping me out of the grave is you Chorus: G B7 Here comes a crisis C Cm Cross out my eyelids G D/F# C Barely alive, it's true Cm G The only thing keeping me out of the grave is you B7 My dreams are violent C Cm Feels like my mind spins G D/F# C Barely alive, it's true Cm G The only thing keeping me out of the grave is you Everybody else can go to Hell, I don't care what they say They can shut their fucking mouths, yeah Oh, this ain't no show-and-tell Yeah, the shit that I can't help But I feel better when my lips are on your mouth Let me keep 'em on your mouth 'cause You're my deep end, keep me breathing Heart held on with glue The only thing keeping me out of the grave is you Chorus: Here comes a crisis Cross out my eyelids Barely alive, it's true The only thing keeping me out of the grave is you My dreams are violent Feels like my mind spins Barely alive, it's true The only thing keeping out of the grave is you (Ah-ah-ah-ah) The only thing keeping out of the grave is you (Ah-ah-ah-ah) The only thing keeping out of the grave is you | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsAm C Cm D F# G B7 |