Capo on 4
Chords: C F Gsus4(?) G
|e|---0----1-----3--------1---|
|b|---1----1-----1--------0---|
|g|---0----2-----0--------0---|
|d|---2----3-----0--------0---|
|a|---3----3-----2--------2---|
|E|---x----1-----3--------3---|
Fell asleep in my [C]warmest clothes
safe in the knowledge it was [F]summer back home
Woke up next to a [C]pile of rat shit
feeling like a [Gsus4]pile of rat shit[G]
With my ears ringing from [C]weeks of shows
cities I can't remember [F]populated by people I don't know
And I've [C]never felt better or [Gsus4]more full of hope
[F]never been so competently [G]able to cope
We went for breakfast at your [C]parents' house
I felt inspired by every[F]thing we spoke about
Electric letters for [C]free I send you while you [Gsus4]sleep
Are all coming back to [F]haunt me now[G]
I miss the little sounds you [C]make when you wake up
Miss the entire [F]notion of waking up next to you
With our [C]knotted hair tangled on the [Gsus4]pillows that we sha[G]red
And from here I can see my [C]high school
And I can see my [F]parents' house
Can see the people I grew [C]up with
And the excuses I have [Gsus4]buried them in [G]now
And from here I can see my[C] high school
And I can see my [F]parents' house
Can see the people I grew [C]up with
And the excuses I have [Gsus4]buried them in [G]now
And I don't [Gsus4]deserve any[G]where near this [Gsus4]much[G]
No I don't de[Gsus4]serve any[G]where near this [C]much
Sleeping in basements with all five of us,
waking up under mouldy blankets to scratches and coughs
Remember where the van is, find the van keys and fuck off.
And from nowhere I can see myself
taking insults and not playing with others well.
And first impressions run deep but your memories of me
Will always be as unhealthy as they are unclean.
And I say I don't mind and that everything's fine,
But it's getting so hard to get my nose over the line,
And I don't respect myself so why should anybody else,
I don't respect myself so why should anybody else
Think that what I'm doing is right?
When it'd be just as easy to fuck around
and get high for the rest of my life
Chords: C F Gsus4(?) G
|e|---0----1-----3--------1---|
|b|---1----1-----1--------0---|
|g|---0----2-----0--------0---|
|d|---2----3-----0--------0---|
|a|---3----3-----2--------2---|
|E|---x----1-----3--------3---|
Fell asleep in my [C]warmest clothes
safe in the knowledge it was [F]summer back home
Woke up next to a [C]pile of rat shit
feeling like a [Gsus4]pile of rat shit[G]
With my ears ringing from [C]weeks of shows
cities I can't remember [F]populated by people I don't know
And I've [C]never felt better or [Gsus4]more full of hope
[F]never been so competently [G]able to cope
We went for breakfast at your [C]parents' house
I felt inspired by every[F]thing we spoke about
Electric letters for [C]free I send you while you [Gsus4]sleep
Are all coming back to [F]haunt me now[G]
I miss the little sounds you [C]make when you wake up
Miss the entire [F]notion of waking up next to you
With our [C]knotted hair tangled on the [Gsus4]pillows that we sha[G]red
And from here I can see my [C]high school
And I can see my [F]parents' house
Can see the people I grew [C]up with
And the excuses I have [Gsus4]buried them in [G]now
And from here I can see my[C] high school
And I can see my [F]parents' house
Can see the people I grew [C]up with
And the excuses I have [Gsus4]buried them in [G]now
And I don't [Gsus4]deserve any[G]where near this [Gsus4]much[G]
No I don't de[Gsus4]serve any[G]where near this [C]much
Sleeping in basements with all five of us,
waking up under mouldy blankets to scratches and coughs
Remember where the van is, find the van keys and fuck off.
And from nowhere I can see myself
taking insults and not playing with others well.
And first impressions run deep but your memories of me
Will always be as unhealthy as they are unclean.
And I say I don't mind and that everything's fine,
But it's getting so hard to get my nose over the line,
And I don't respect myself so why should anybody else,
I don't respect myself so why should anybody else
Think that what I'm doing is right?
When it'd be just as easy to fuck around
and get high for the rest of my life
