CAPO ON 1ST FRET
G G F#m Bm
G G F#m Bm
G F#m Bm
This is for an audience of one at a time,
G A G
so I'll sing it straight, I'll sing it loud.
G F#m
Don't keep it a secret, keep it elite.
Bm G A G
If only all your friends could see me now.
Bm G
How important are the words?
D
In one ear, already forgot 'em.
Bm G D
So many metaphors it could sink the fucking ship.
A G F#m Bm G F#m Bm
I'll see you all at the bottom.
G F#m
If there was a shotgun blast from my bedroom
Bm G
and you were outside the window,
A G
would you see a flash, or hear the sound?
G F#m
'Cause living out our dreams has been killing me.
Bm G A G
Did you hear it die, or is there no sound when no one else is around?
Bm G
How important are the words?
D
In one ear, already forgot 'em.
Bm G D
So many metaphors it could sink the fucking ship.
A G
I'll see you all at the bottom.
F#m Bm G
I was running out of places to go.
F#m Bm
I was running out
F#m G F#m G
of reasons to stay away from here again, but it isn't over yet.
F#m G
Was it worth it, then? Well, it sometimes can be.
F#m Em G
It's hard to see, but I think you're still my friends.
D A G
I'd miss my bed, but I can't remember how it feels compared to yours or any other but
Bm A G
thank you for letting me into your home.
D A G
I'd miss my bed, but I can't remember how it feels compared to yours or any other but
Bm A G
thank you for letting me into your home. I was running out of places to go.
D A G
I'd miss my bed, but I can't remember how it feels compared to yours or any other but
Bm A G
thank you for letting me into your home. I was running out of places to go.
D A G
I'd miss my bed, but I can't remember how it feels compared to yours or any other but
Bm A G A G
thank you for letting me into your home. I was running out of places to go.
