Am G sit down, and fire away - i know it's tricky you when you’re feeling low Am G when you feel like your flavor has gone the way of a pre-shelled pistachio Asus4 Em i know you’re way down, you’re fed up with your heavy Am Em your boots are laced with melancholy, and oceans all your own Interlude: Am G Am G Continue chord pattern of verse 1 for each verse. i do like sugar, tender on the brittle, and sticky when spun and i know my demeanor can go the way of a furrow left out in the sun and i try to keep myself in lilies, and flax seeds oh what a folly, you’re fooling just yourself sit down and smoke away, i wouldn’t knock it til your in them shoes watch as our subtlety blows away as a blush it gives way to a bruise see me, we freely make a trade-off, a dry rot to take the weight off, swapping boots for red shoes Outro: Am G (repeat during the “oh oh ohs”)
