Tom: Em
Am Cm
[Verse 1]
G
Hands were shaking I was scared to death,
D
Skin was clammy I was short of breath,
Am
Shirt smelled like all my regrets,
C
Shouldn’t have had that seventh cigarette,
G
It’s a job seven days a week,
D
To make things harder than they have to be,
Am
Making drama, my new nicotine,
C
Sick and tired of this old routine
[Chorus]
G D
It’s enough, the joke, that I, don’t get
Am C
I’m a deep sea diver, holding my breath
Em
But it’s plain, to see,
D
If you, know me,
Am
I’m a deep sea diver,
Cm G
And I’m in, too deep
[Verse 2]
G
Met a kid down in bowling green
D
Of course he tried to sell me ketamine,
Am
Didn’t tell him it was not my scene,
C
And promised him I’d try it next week,
G
Why are we scared to say what’s on our minds?,
D
Through a rejection and some selfish pride,
Am
Make things harder than they have to be,
C
Easier said than done for me,
[Chorus]
G D
It’s enough, the joke, that I, don’t get
Am Cm
I’m a deep sea diver, holding my breath
Em
But it’s plain, to see,
D
If you, know me,
Am
I’m a deep sea diver,
Cm
And I’m in, too deep,
[Interlude]
G D Am7 C
[Chorus]
Em D
It’s enough, the joke, that I, don’t get
Am Cm
I’m a deep sea diver, don’t know how to swim,
Em
But it’s plain, to see,
D
If you, know me,
Am
I’m a deep sea diver,
Cm G
And I’m in, too deep
