"Sluttering (May 4th)"
Jawbreaker- Dear You
Tabbed by Derek Mallory- malloryk@cococo.net

Chords (from low to high)

E1	F#	C#	A	B	D#	E2

0	2	4	5	2	6	7
0	2	4	5	2	6	7
1	3	6	6	4	8	9
2	4	6	7	4	8	9
2	4	6	7	4	8	9
0	2	4	5	2	6	8

Verse

(palm muted) E1, F#, C#, A

Bridge #1

E1, F#, C#, A, E1, F#, C#, D#, E2, C#

Chorus

C#, A, E1, B

Bridge #2

-Part One
I-----------------------------------------------------------I
I-----------------------------------------------------------I    
I-----------------------------------------------------------I
I-----------------------5--4-----------------------7--6--I
I--1--1--2--2--3--3--------4--4--5--5--6--6--------I
I-----------------------------------------------------------I

-Part Two
I--------------------------------------------------------I
I-------------------------------10--10--9--9--8--8-I
I--8--8--8--8--8--8--11-9-------------------------I
I--X--X--X--X--X-X--X--X-------------------------I
I--6--6--6--6--6--6--9--7--------------------------I
I--------------------------------------------------------I

-Part Three
I---------------------------------------------------------------I 
I-------------------------------10--10--10--10--10--10--I      
I--8--8--8--8--8--8-11--9---------------------------------I    
I--X--X--X--X-X--X--X--X---------------------------------I
I--6--6--6--6--6--6--9--7----------------------------------I
I---------------------------------------------------------------I

Verse
Flattered that you think I warrant ugliness.
Gutters drain west, mud made a mess of us.
It's time to leave this place.

Bridge #1

Verse
I'd saw through your wrist to find a better trap that fits.
I'd saw through your traps to find a better you.
A part of you that lasts.
I saw through your trap and into my own wrists. 
Saw we were through, red ribbons spill to blue:
A sight to sore your eyes.

Chorus
I got this dress.
I'm hiking it around this waste of laughter.
Slow dance alone with no one to the sound of four hands clapping.
Congratulations to you both, I hope you're happy.
If there's a moral to this story then I wish you'd show me.

Verse
Hair in the blood, fly in the disappointment.
Rubber, I'm glue.
I'll write the book on you.
It's sticking to my face.

Bridge #1

Verse
You need a little less than what you take for granted.
This is the sip that's drinking back from you,
Blacking out your eyes.
You need a little more suppression of you appetites.
This is your honeymoon, in separate rooms,
It's neither sweet nor bright.

Bridge #2
-Part One (two times)
-Part Two 
-Part Three
-Part Two
-Part Three

Chorus
I made a word to give this state a name, this game a guess.
I call it "sluttering."
It means as little as your little test.
You are your worst revenge.
Your very means, they have no ends.
This is a story you won't tell the kids we'll never have.
If you hear this song a hundred times it still won't be enough.