Tom: E

       F#    A     E     B    Dbm    C    F#m
E|-----2-----0-----0-----2-----4-----------2-----|
B|-----2-----2-----0-----4-----5-----1-----2-----|
G|-----3-----2-----1-----4-----6-----0-----2-----|
D|-----4-----2-----2-----4-----6-----2-----4-----|
A|-----4-----0-----2-----2-----4-----3-----4-----|
E|-----2-----------0-----------------------2-----|

Intro: F#, A

A            E
You're taking two Klonopin
A         E     B
So you can quit flipping
A            E      A,E
And face our friends
A        E
You dated the sainted dead
A                     E
He ain't nothing but a prayer card
B                A      E       A,E
Tacked up with my record jackets
A            E     
We're riding through Jackson pines
A                 E          B
Towards Six Flags to wait in lines
             A    E A    E
And have our spines shook
    A E B
And I'm shook

Chorus Lead (this isn't the way that it's played during the chorus, but it's something to fill for now):

E|-------------5---4-----------|
B|-------5---5---5---7-5-4-5-7-|
G|---6-----6-------------------|
D|-7---7-----------------------|
A|-----------------------------|
E|-----------------------------|

A  E

B                         A     E
        Got the space sickness
B                            A          E   B
        While we wait on the weightlessness
                A       E
        A delirious kiss
B                                       Dbm
        And the feeling of falling in
        C       E       A  E  F#m
Getting good at looking so in love
                E
But my eyes are unfocused

The little ditty between the post-chorus and the second verse:

E|----------------0--------------------------|
B|-------------------------------------------|
G|-----4p2-1--------------4p2-1--------------|
D|------------2-----------------2------------|
A|--0-----------------0----------------------|
E|-------------------------------------------|

A                E
We're right back in Manalapan
A                 E   B
Those rainbows of oil spin
A              E
On your former street
A                E
Are we more than meat?
A                   E             B
Not a goddamn thing we could have said

To convince you
Dbm   C        E     A  E    F#m
Now I dream in color of your face
                            E
And I see the coast in your mirror shades
Dbm  C          E         A     E F#
Only feel relief when I'm back at home

Falling forward alone

A  E

B                         A     E
        Got the space sickness
B                            A          E   B
        While we wait on the weightlessness
                A       E
        A delirious kiss
B                                       
        And the feeling of falling in

E (play 4 bars) 
A (play 2 bars)
E (play 4 bars)
A (play 2 bars)

A          F#m                A
So there's nothing to do when
       F#m                  A
It's a foregone conclusion
  F#m             A    F#
A pool overflowing and bursting

Come the fuck on

During solo play:
A,E,B

B                     A    E
        I don't wanna die
B                            A       E    B
        At the hands of the Jackson Whites
                         A      E
        Let the warm air rush in
B
        At the wreck up ahead