Whispers In A Shot Glass

C Sit down if it suits you, darling. Am Pour yourself a drink. F C G Because nothing gets you down when you're too drunk to think. C Am I've got a two ton iron weight that weighs heavy on my spine. F I'd love to toss it on this table. C G But now is not the time. C It's too late to dream, boys. Am She's already gone. F I've got nothing left but pain and grief. C G So throw a record on. F G And we'll sing until the sun comes up. Am F G And we'll dance until we crash. F G C Until our sorrows are just whispers in a shot glass. C Sit down, sing me a song, girl. Am Tell me how you feel. F Because we've been wearing these fucking goofy smiles C G and we both know they're not real. C Maybe you could ease me of this pain. Am I'd pluck the thorns right from your spine. F If I had the guts I think I have when I'm drunk, C G then I'd try to make you mine. C It's too late to dream, boys. Am She's already gone. F I've got nothing left but pain and grief. C G So throw a record on. F G And we'll sing until the sun comes up. Am F G And we'll dance until we crash. F G C Until our sorrows are just whispers in a shot glass.